bidets
Curious to see a bidet for the first time at my grandmother's house in France, I asked my sister what it was for.

"For crapping in", she said. "French people like to crap in big bowls".

Happy with the explanation and not overly surprised, thinking 'those dirty bastards', I left it at that.

Later on that evening in the (toilet-less) bathroom, about to have a shower, and full of a ridiculously large quanity of French food, I was caught short.
"Sod it", I though, "I'll go for it", and proceeded to have the most enormous crap of my life into the bidet.

It was only after I finished that I realised there was no flusher, and absolutely no way something akin to a mutant dung-beetle's wet dream would go down the plug hole at the end of the bidet.

I'd also left the door unlocked.

For a Father, there's nothing quite like the sight of your son on his knees attempting to force a giant mound of poo down a bidet plug hole with his bare hands.

I stopped listening to my sister after that.
( rofl harris, Fri 22 Aug 2008, 15:38, Reply)