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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Khaki floater of doom
Many years ago I had to go on a family holiday to Greece, and whilst on a trip to the beach the foreign food did what foreign food does. Unfortunately for me, there were no public bogs anywhere on this beach and apparently no cover whatsoever. The only solution appeared to be to swim out to sea and release the turd as far from shore as possible. The turd turned out to be rather large and a pale khaki colour that made it easy to see. It did, of course, float, and immediately headed for shore.
I swam in as fast as I could, intending to find some sort of receptacle so that I could scoop it up and hide it before someone noticed, but I was too slow. As I reached the shore the turd floated past the face of another swimmer. He turned out to sea to find the culprit and spotted my mother and brother in the vicinity of where I had released it, who received a shaken fist and some foreign curses for "their" filthy deed.
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 17:11, Reply)
Many years ago I had to go on a family holiday to Greece, and whilst on a trip to the beach the foreign food did what foreign food does. Unfortunately for me, there were no public bogs anywhere on this beach and apparently no cover whatsoever. The only solution appeared to be to swim out to sea and release the turd as far from shore as possible. The turd turned out to be rather large and a pale khaki colour that made it easy to see. It did, of course, float, and immediately headed for shore.
I swam in as fast as I could, intending to find some sort of receptacle so that I could scoop it up and hide it before someone noticed, but I was too slow. As I reached the shore the turd floated past the face of another swimmer. He turned out to sea to find the culprit and spotted my mother and brother in the vicinity of where I had released it, who received a shaken fist and some foreign curses for "their" filthy deed.
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 17:11, Reply)
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