Putting my foot in it...
Sat at my desk one warm morning my nostrils were assaulted by a nasty, meaty stench that just kept coming back for more.

"Dave!" I yelled in the direction of our IT dept. "Have you farted?"

"Nope" he replied

The awful truth dawned and one look at the sole of my shoe confirmed it. I'd stood in dogshit somewhere between Charing Cross station and my office, a quarter mile up the road.

Worse still was the realization that dogs don't normally eat sweetcorn...
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 2 Feb 2012, 16:54, 3 replies)

dogs eat anything
mine regularly break into the bin and eat whatever is in there.
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 17:02, closed)

Mine once sicked up the remains of one rubber glove
and my mother's bra.

How I enjoyed cleaning that up.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 11:38, closed)

Eeeeuuuuuuuuuw....

Good lord I'm starting to regret voting for this QotW now.

Great stuff, sir...but still...

*bokes*

*clicks*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Thu 2 Feb 2012, 17:19, closed)