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(, Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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This weekend I stayed in a lovely posh hotel. I was on my best behaviour all weekend, and got through it without getting angry and frustrated, and I even managed (against all the odds) to be pleasant, witty and charming.
Until, after a couple of bottles of lovely wine, I awoke from a slumber and relieved myself. A little later my wife went to the bathroom and woke me with a cry of "John, have you pissed in the bidet?" After some discussion, I discovered I had indeed pissed in the bidet and informed her it was a good job I hadn't needed a shit.
When have you been dismayed by your own crassness or general lack of house training?
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:15, 109 replies, latest was 15 years ago)
I just came back from Madrid. The interviews went very well, I need to do an exam to prove that my English is good enough, but apart from that, it all went well.
Just a little problem, the job they offered me is for Madrid, the one for Mark in Chile. We told them we don't mind moving anywhere, but together, so they're going to think about it and let us know.
So, lovely weekend, meeting friends I hadn't seen in years. Very upset with the stupid woman who offered her house, insisted we should stay there and not at a hotel, and then forgot; went to spend the weekend somewhere else and let us know at 7:30pm that we didn't have a place to sleep.
Everywhere in Madrid was booked (Shakira gig; centenary of El Prado with free entrance; Goya exposition...) we got a hostel thanks to a no show from a couple. Just 36€/night in the crappiest place in the world, and extra 1.30€/shower. Unbelievable. If you ever go to Madrid, don't stay at Hostal Sirenas.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:23, Reply)
I can't imagine you'll have a problem with the English exam!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:27, Reply)
I don't even know where I have to do it. I need to find out.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:35, Reply)
Although it will be all of the sads to see you go
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:27, Reply)
they always let you down. My brother is very good at doing this.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:28, Reply)
But she's a family friend and insisted a lot... stupid cow.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:33, Reply)
or then they do, but then they quickly change back.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:39, Reply)
i drank and ate so much i feel like henry viii today (minus the beard)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:18, Reply)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:32, Reply)
or any other, as I don't watch TV. But I hope she's sexy.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:34, Reply)
That's a boy's name... Can you explain the joke for me, please?
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:05, Reply)
Hope you and Mark can get great jobs together, preferably in the UK!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:33, Reply)
in the worst case, I have a job in London already. It'll be sad to go, but on the other hand, if we don't try something like South America now, we'll never do it.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:35, Reply)
Said it's the best thing he's ever done and he's never coming back. I'd love to do it someday. So go for it!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:52, Reply)
We only need the job to be offered to us... They need to find something for the two of us, and I need to prove I can speak English.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:06, Reply)
I'm as common as a very common thing and have never had any thought to change. I actually take particular pleasure in being uncouth when around supposed posh people.
My sister in law makes me laugh though - she told her husband off for "not dressing appropriately to where we live". What?? They live in Rothwell, near Leeds. Yes, its a nice place but what??
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:33, Reply)
by which I mean a social-climbing twat.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:40, Reply)
I fear there is no coming back from this.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:39, Reply)
You use it for washing your arse. Piss is the least of its concerns, frankly.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:42, Reply)
and that she should be fucking greatful!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:45, Reply)
finish with "wardrobe" or "laundry basket" or one one memorable occasion "girlfriend's handbag" rather than "bidet" so I'd consider "bidet" to be fine. It's more or less what it's for.
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(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:55, Reply)
but I piss in the shower. Apparently this is not the done thing at all.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:48, Reply)
urea is urea whether you're washing it off your skin or it's coming out of your bladder.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:49, Reply)
I'm having a wash anyway, as I'm in the shower, the wee goes to the same place anyway, and I clean the shower tray when I'm done.
I wouldn't piss in the shower if someone else was in there with me though. That really IS wrong.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:52, Reply)
A niche I have no intention of filling, however. Scatophilia is revolting.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:57, Reply)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:56, Reply)
or in the bath is wrong, as well. You're essentially wallowing about in your own piss - no thanks.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:58, Reply)
brought her boyfriend (well, i say "boyfriend", they are about 55) and apparently he prides himself on being shocking and unshockable.
he was no match for some of the phrases i have picked up from here. i wasn't sure whether to feel dirty or proud of myself by the end of the evening.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:52, Reply)
soon after I decided never to say that again.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:53, Reply)
one whispersed something to the other and she burst out laughing and said "that's disgusting you grot bag"
I said something like "what is it I wont mind?"
After a bit of umming and arring she said that her tampon was hurting, I was eating at the time.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:58, Reply)
You'd have to put the stringy end in your mouth, as well - how unpleasant.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:12, Reply)
and set light to the stringy bit and pretend it's a cartoon bomb.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:14, Reply)
i would never dream of saying anything of that sort to anyone. oh dear, hope you weren't eating pizza/tomato soup.
mind you, it does serve you right for being nosey enough to ask. court rules: 100% contributory negligence.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:06, Reply)
That's a bit disgusting if you ask me.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:04, Reply)
go away and piss on poor people like you normally do
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:11, Reply)
I too have done this recently. I felt sorry for the poor middle aged chap we were with - he looked terrified. And slightly ill.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 10:55, Reply)
I just remember that three people were howling with laughter and calling me a sick fucker, and one guy just looked petrified.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:06, Reply)
I remember in my mid-teens, crashing in the front door and vomiting so loudly in the downstairs lavatory that I woke both both my parents up. This is not very impressive unless you know the how large the house was - the loo was a 20 foot hall, two flights of stairs and then another corridor away from my parents' room.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:07, Reply)
a friend of mine heaved so hard that he pulled the toilet away from the wall, nutted the cistern and passed out.
I had sensibly remained sober and was running round after three drunken dickhead teenage lads, one of whom had a bowl full of sick and wanted a bedtime story, one of whom was standing in his boxer shorts outside in the rain (to wash the sick off apparently) and the aforementioned comatose one whom I put in the recovery position.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:12, Reply)
I once found my brother in a toilet unable to move - he'd gone for a shit, totally pissed, and needed to be sick so in a fit of genius vomited into his jeans and boxers which were, obviously, around his ankles. He then could not work out how to stand up without spilling the sick, so he just stayed there. For an hour until I broke the door lock.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:15, Reply)
Got back to our apartment, decided I needed a poo but also needed to cool down and wash the vomit from my mouth so pulled my trousers round my ankles, got in the shower, collapsed and proceeded to shit myself. Then I passed out. Great days.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:32, Reply)
involved gallons of diesel (snakebite and black if it is different elsewhere). I woke up and spewed in the morning and thought I'd ruptured my stomach as red and black sick flowed out. Scary!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:16, Reply)
Also with blue WKD. No one should ever throw up blue - it's quite troubling.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:18, Reply)
Unless it's in the form of a cheeky Vimto.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:19, Reply)
I have discovered I cannot tolerate port. (or the moderately large quantity of alcohol I had consumed prior to the cheeky vimto)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:22, Reply)
No-one can be allowed to not tolerate port, that's fucking criminal.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:34, Reply)
It tastes rather nice - it just makes me incredibly ill.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:37, Reply)
this approach sounds fine in theory, however the prospect of another 3 day hangover puts me off slightly...
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:45, Reply)
I managed to throw up Special K with yoghurt and red berries a while ago - felt like I was squeezing out a spot from my throat - argh!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:19, Reply)
at about two o'clock in the afternoon one Saturday - I was about to lose my virginity and was a trifle nervous. My parents were going out for the day and I met my girlfriend in the town.
End result: fountains of appley spew all over the hall and stairwell of my home. No sex. Bah.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:12, Reply)
I can understand the young lady not wanting you to 'mount her' due to the vomit-breath, but she could at least have had the decency to offer oral favours.
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(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:16, Reply)
for shame!
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:21, Reply)
but not in a nasty way, more in a "Oh Monty, you and your massive DruGz" kind of way.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:54, Reply)
When, after one too many apéritifs, I went to be seated and made the ghastly error of stumbling into my chair before all the ladies in the room had sat down. As if that hadn't been bad enough, I then set about eating my soup with the dessert spoon! The looks I got from the people seated around me shall haunt me for the rest of my days...
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:19, Reply)
I bet you passed the port the wrong way, too. heathen.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:21, Reply)
I can easily imagine you wearing one of those 19th century outfits and talking posh and that :)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:33, Reply)
When she was 15 she did some shifts in the kitchens of the Wykeham Arms, just by our house. One Saturday just before Christmas, she had some seasonal drinks after lunch. Underage, but hey, it's Christmas...
Upon returning home she collapsed on the sitting-room floor in hysterical laughter and accidentally emptied a full coffee percolator into the video player. Unfortunately the Bishop of Basingstoke and his wife were sat there aghast during the whole thing. My parents were not massively impressed.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:24, Reply)
(And 90s if you include the truly vile Vicar of Dibley)
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:27, Reply)
empty a percolator into a video player? Surely, that's got to be fairly deliberate, if misguided..
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:28, Reply)
My father lifted it up and coffee pissed out of the bottom of it, I am told.
(, Mon 22 Nov 2010, 11:30, Reply)
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