I need a poo.
There was a man on the train last night who needed a poo. He did it. On the train. In his trousers.

I love LU.
(Slip Digby is a meat puppet, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:15, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

I'm really sorry about PJM
I did tell him to wait until we got home...
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:16, Reply)

I *thought* I recognised him.
Has he been at the Satsumas again?
(Slip Digby is a meat puppet, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:18, Reply)

*parp*
Whoops.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:23, Reply)

*parp*
The best word in the English language? Possibly. As long as it isn't followed up by a sad-sounding "oh... no."
(Slip Digby is a meat puppet, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:26, Reply)

I think this time
it was too much rhubarb crumble.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:23, Reply)

Did someone really Gordon their trousers on the tube?

(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:30, Reply)

Very much so.
That tale was 100% true. On the Central Line, between Mile End and Stratford, if you must know. He was stood next to me as he did it - at first I was confused when the aroma of poo swirled in to my nose. Then I wondered briefly if I'd trodden in something. And then, as the man got off the train, there was a huge wet brown mark spreading with grotesque speed down the left leg of his chinos. It was truly, truly horrible.
(Slip Digby is a meat puppet, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:48, Reply)

a really old trollop shat herself in the bar I was at yesterday
*tries to forget*
( Roota zweeeeeoooooowm, Thu 2 Jul 2009, 14:52, Reply)