Filth!
Enzyme says: Tell us your tales of grot, grime, dirt, detritus and mess
( , Thu 2 Feb 2012, 13:04)
Enzyme says: Tell us your tales of grot, grime, dirt, detritus and mess
( , Thu 2 Feb 2012, 13:04)
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My brother's student flat.
(sorry for the double post, my previous story reminded me of another)
My dad told me a rather disgusting story about my brother's old student flat. My bro was moving out at the end of his studies, and my dad was giving him a hand. They finally got to the bathroom, where there was a pile of newspapers and magazines next to the toilet. My dad went to pick them up, to find they were sodden, before nearly vomiting up his intestines.
What had happened was my brother and his housemates had gotten into a bit of a weekend routine. They'd go out on the Friday, get drunk, stumble home and take an inaccurate piss into the toilet. Some splashback, and spill-over would inevitably surround the toilet area. This would repeat on the Saturday. Then, on the Sunday, regular as clockwork, one housemate would get the newspaper and read it on the toilet, then place it down in a pile. As the routine continued, the newspaper stack became layered with piss splashes, while also soaking up floor spillages and general condensation from the shower. Over a matter of months, the pile had gone rotten. Black to the core with mold, and stinking of ammonia, it was removed from the bathroom in strata and double bagged in bin liners to avoid anyone vomiting.
Urgh...pukatronic.
( , Sun 5 Feb 2012, 17:14, 2 replies)
(sorry for the double post, my previous story reminded me of another)
My dad told me a rather disgusting story about my brother's old student flat. My bro was moving out at the end of his studies, and my dad was giving him a hand. They finally got to the bathroom, where there was a pile of newspapers and magazines next to the toilet. My dad went to pick them up, to find they were sodden, before nearly vomiting up his intestines.
What had happened was my brother and his housemates had gotten into a bit of a weekend routine. They'd go out on the Friday, get drunk, stumble home and take an inaccurate piss into the toilet. Some splashback, and spill-over would inevitably surround the toilet area. This would repeat on the Saturday. Then, on the Sunday, regular as clockwork, one housemate would get the newspaper and read it on the toilet, then place it down in a pile. As the routine continued, the newspaper stack became layered with piss splashes, while also soaking up floor spillages and general condensation from the shower. Over a matter of months, the pile had gone rotten. Black to the core with mold, and stinking of ammonia, it was removed from the bathroom in strata and double bagged in bin liners to avoid anyone vomiting.
Urgh...pukatronic.
( , Sun 5 Feb 2012, 17:14, 2 replies)
So your story is that your
brother & his former flatmates were grots?
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 0:25, closed)
brother & his former flatmates were grots?
( , Mon 6 Feb 2012, 0:25, closed)
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