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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Singed ringsI was an apprentice at Furness ship yard in Haverton Hill.
The crappers, under #2 launching slipway, consisted of an inclined trough with constant running water, and individual booths to squat in.
A favourite trick of the apprentices was to get in to the cubicle at the top of the sluice, bundle up some news paper, set it alight and send it along the trough.
This resulted in a Mexican wave of squatters, strong language, usually about the instigators parentage and steel toed boots up the arse (if the instigator didn't scarper fast enough).
This was decades before Beckhams golden balls and ring piece received a Brazilian.
Happy days.
(, Sat 29 Mar 2008, 19:52, 1 reply)
Hardly worth replying......but I remember the first time Billy Connolly told this back in...what? 1974?
(, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 13:35, closed)
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