Meet the grandparents
Having just got engaged to my now wife she decided that it was now time to meet the rest of her family all of whom stay in the Glasgow area.

We arrived late at night and hadn't had any tea so we went to the local chippie for a couple of haddock suppers which to be fair were very tasty and filled us up nicely.

Next day, her aunties, uncles and cousins all arrived at her grandparents where we were staying in their small one toileted ex-council flat and i decided that now was as good a time as any to alleviate my bowels of the fishy treat.

After having what i considered at the time to be a relatively routine dump i turned to inspect the end product to be confronted by what appeared to be a pick axe handle staring up at me from 3 inches above the waterline and no amount of flushing would move the bugger.

15 flushes later and my fiancee at the door asking if i was alright i started panicking. I did the only thing short of calling the fire brigade i could and reached in and broke the blighters back in several places hoping this would help.

Several flushes later and it was gone but the sweat and paranoia remained especially as you could hear the pipes vibrating everytime someone flushed.
(Harold's hip man!!, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 12:40, Reply)