always scat... scat scat cat
not so much terribly guilty secret but I havent let on.. and I did blame my brother, and force my mother to clean it up...

After the usual combination of cider and what ever was a pint for a quid in the wetherspoons that evening, come chucking out time one was merrily.. well merry... for once not tankered...

the walk home with best mate was a mile, so 15 minutes... 10 minutes in I get the usual belly rumbles of an imminent explosion... no worries I can hold this no problem...

we arrive at my parents gaff... but we were waffling and it wasnt feeling all that bad... infact it was so incontrol I was able to have a quick 2 min conversation outside the hosue arranging the next evening...

belly rumbles... so a tally hoe is said and off up the drive around the back... this is no mansion... think 20 seconds up round back and through awkward gate...

then fluffing double locked stable doors... just 2 meters behind which was my throne...

I got through opening locks as I undid my belt and jeans... leg it through flung open the door.. turned to squat...

and missed the loo by about 5 inches...

you'd be surprised to know how far thin beer poo spreads...

two hand towles and a few loo rolls later its clean... student clean (tiles floor and wall thank god)

next morning... the hand towles stashed in my room in a plastic bag werent smelling.. bonus...

but I did get rudely awoken by a moaning mum about drnking too much and being sick...

lol.. however I was incredibly spritely.. thankgod my brother wasnt...

guess who had the blame...

soz bro...

oh the cat lived in that back area.. sure she had a right good old mouthful
(feedingtimeatthezoo day 1 of his bikini diet started, Mon 3 Sep 2007, 1:27, Reply)