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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Shitty Revenge
Years ago when I was a student I used to do various summertime jobs one of which was erecting steel and concrete sectional buildings around the London area, our team leader if I can call him that was a complete and utter wanker who spent more time on our backs than actually doing any work, this guy would only drink hot chocolate and this sparked an evil thought in my mind at the end of this job I offered to make him a hot choccie drink into which I dissolved an entire bar of a well known brand of choccie based laxative.
This he proceeded to chug down much to my delight I looked forward to a quiet day as he would be in and out of the bog I hoped, no he was still around being a tosser.
To say I was a tad dissapointed would be an understatement, until a couple of months later I bumped into his wife while out shopping and I asked how the wanker was, she then said that he had an unfortunate accident on the way home one day, yup the very day I made his hot choccie he was driving home when apparently had a desire to fart which he did, yup he shat himself, royally filled his pants ruined the velour upholstery and generally stank the car out, when got home she made him strip on the doorstep in full view of all the neighbours he had to put all his clothes in the bin and every time he moved he shat himself just a little bit more this went on for a couple of days so I had really fucked up his weekend, she then said if you want to come round I'll be only to happy to see you as she had kicked him out and was in the process of divorcing him
I wish I could have seen the result I have never laughed so long and so loud since.
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 12:50, 3 replies)
Years ago when I was a student I used to do various summertime jobs one of which was erecting steel and concrete sectional buildings around the London area, our team leader if I can call him that was a complete and utter wanker who spent more time on our backs than actually doing any work, this guy would only drink hot chocolate and this sparked an evil thought in my mind at the end of this job I offered to make him a hot choccie drink into which I dissolved an entire bar of a well known brand of choccie based laxative.
This he proceeded to chug down much to my delight I looked forward to a quiet day as he would be in and out of the bog I hoped, no he was still around being a tosser.
To say I was a tad dissapointed would be an understatement, until a couple of months later I bumped into his wife while out shopping and I asked how the wanker was, she then said that he had an unfortunate accident on the way home one day, yup the very day I made his hot choccie he was driving home when apparently had a desire to fart which he did, yup he shat himself, royally filled his pants ruined the velour upholstery and generally stank the car out, when got home she made him strip on the doorstep in full view of all the neighbours he had to put all his clothes in the bin and every time he moved he shat himself just a little bit more this went on for a couple of days so I had really fucked up his weekend, she then said if you want to come round I'll be only to happy to see you as she had kicked him out and was in the process of divorcing him
I wish I could have seen the result I have never laughed so long and so loud since.
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 12:50, 3 replies)
diddled his mrs oh yes!!
yes I did go see her and I think I'll leave what happened to your imagination
( , Mon 31 Mar 2008, 14:47, closed)
yes I did go see her and I think I'll leave what happened to your imagination
( , Mon 31 Mar 2008, 14:47, closed)
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