My first repost in a while...
Everyone knows the state that festival toilets are in by the end of the weekend and really this one was no different to the rest... except for the fact that upon opening the door I discovered a mound of shit so high it had escaped the chemical bit at the bottom of the toilet, and formed a peak reaching a good foot above the level of the seat.

How the bluddering fuck did someone manage that?!?

Not only this however... Someone had put a Bakewell Tart on the top of the mound.
( Sonic James Doom forgetting the date since... umm..., Thu 2 Feb 2012, 22:58, 6 replies)

I try and hold it in for festys.
Good pea all the same.
( The Mock Turtle ™ --- Thinks you are a cunt, on, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 23:09, closed)

I tried that and once lasted a whole Glasto without shitting
As a word of warning: don't

When I got home, the resulting behemoth was so large it brought down a haemorrhoid with it, and as a result I had my first anal examination by a doctor.

Shitting, kids. It's good for you.
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 8:27, closed)

Oh yeah!
I can go days without shitting in an environment like this.


Still though, bakewell tart? Nice touch. Like the cherry on the cake with a cherry on it.
( Infidel , shit and wrong, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 0:00, closed)

ewwwww
this has triggered a suppressed memory, duly posted

thanks for that :|
*shudders*
(insomniac-surfer oh go on then, just this once, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 0:49, closed)

You fool, that wasn't a toilet, it was this year's Turner Prize winner!

(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 11:07, closed)

Please don't tell me you let a perfectly good bakewell tart go to waste?

( Draconacticus Reject shampoo. Demand real poo!, Fri 3 Feb 2012, 11:22, closed)