Shit Stories: Part Number Two
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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A few years back when i worked as a sparks mate we were on a job at broadgate circus in london. It was a big refurbishment for a big investment firm.
Typically us mere manual workers were deemed not suitable to use the staff toilets so we had to make do with portaloos in the loading dock in the basement.
Make no mistake these were the foulest toilets in london , they stank worse than a tramps y-fronts. They were a disgrace and an insult in every way and yet these were our "welfare facilities".
They were barable for the quickest of pisses but if you wanted to build a log cabin forget it. The foreman atcually gave us permission to walk to liverpool st station and use the toilets there if we had to drop off the kids.
One day someone new to the site started he was just told " The toilets are in the loading bay"
later on he went down to hang a rat for the first time. Obviously he had no idea how grin the "welfare facilities " were.
Remember i said the portaloos were in the loading dock? Well the inevitable happened and a delivery arrived on an artic. The driver backed down the ramp sorted out his paperwork , went for a sandwich and a cup of tea etc.
Unfortuantly the truck was a bit close to the toilet door and portaloo doors open outwards.
Nobody heard his shouts because of the forklift. Nobody knew because he was new and it was lunch time anyway.
Eventually the driver returned and drove away. By this time the guy was literally gasping for air because of the fumes . Not a plesant scene and some doubts as to the drivers parentage.
End result new boy never seen on site again and walks to liverpool st for a jimmy riddle from then on.
legnth??? about an hour in hades back entry
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 9:01, Reply)
A few years back when i worked as a sparks mate we were on a job at broadgate circus in london. It was a big refurbishment for a big investment firm.
Typically us mere manual workers were deemed not suitable to use the staff toilets so we had to make do with portaloos in the loading dock in the basement.
Make no mistake these were the foulest toilets in london , they stank worse than a tramps y-fronts. They were a disgrace and an insult in every way and yet these were our "welfare facilities".
They were barable for the quickest of pisses but if you wanted to build a log cabin forget it. The foreman atcually gave us permission to walk to liverpool st station and use the toilets there if we had to drop off the kids.
One day someone new to the site started he was just told " The toilets are in the loading bay"
later on he went down to hang a rat for the first time. Obviously he had no idea how grin the "welfare facilities " were.
Remember i said the portaloos were in the loading dock? Well the inevitable happened and a delivery arrived on an artic. The driver backed down the ramp sorted out his paperwork , went for a sandwich and a cup of tea etc.
Unfortuantly the truck was a bit close to the toilet door and portaloo doors open outwards.
Nobody heard his shouts because of the forklift. Nobody knew because he was new and it was lunch time anyway.
Eventually the driver returned and drove away. By this time the guy was literally gasping for air because of the fumes . Not a plesant scene and some doubts as to the drivers parentage.
End result new boy never seen on site again and walks to liverpool st for a jimmy riddle from then on.
legnth??? about an hour in hades back entry
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 9:01, Reply)
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