Shit Stories: Part Number TwoAs 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.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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Inspired by BobTodd's post belowMy dad tells a story of his formative years, growing up on a farm in the 1940s and '50s. One day he deposited a massive log which refused to flush by hydraulic means, and was evidently not going anywhere without mechanical intervention.
So off he went to find something with which to carve the offending beast, and came back with....
...the bread knife from the kitchen.
It did the job admirably, although I dare say my grandad's sandwiches tasted a bit funny for a day or two thereafter!
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K2k6 has a proper job these days, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 10:53,
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