Worst thing I've ever seen on my way to work was me:
Squatting in the bin cupboard of a revolting council block round the back of Old Street roundabout, at 7am, with agonising gouts of foetid, steaming diarrhoea jetting out of my arsehole like a burst chocolate fire hydrant.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:49, 2 replies, latest was 15 years ago)

Enduring image
isn't it, hmmm?
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:50, Reply)

Hmm? Underpants for loo roll. Hmm?

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:52, Reply)

we've all been there, Monty.

( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:54, Reply)

I most certainly have not been near Monty's arsehole

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:55, Reply)

It was a low point in a lifetime of self-inflicted indignities.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:59, Reply)

But you've bounced back now though right!

( Naked Ape call me Caitlyn, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 16:00, Reply)

YES THANKS.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 16:05, Reply)

Any reason?
Or just for your own entertainment?
( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:53, Reply)

I really wasn't well. It was that or crap myself followed by a twenty minute walk home dripping with shit.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:55, Reply)

Neither a great choice

( sporters I’m sincerely gratitude to you, Thu 23 Jun 2011, 15:58, Reply)