British Scat 1 - Canadian Bog 0
I was on holiday with my then girlfriend in the wonderful city of Calgary, Canada.

We were staying with her aunty and uncle for the duration of the 2 weeks, during which time they were also moving house.

Myself and the GF had the joys of helping them move as part of the boarding/food etc deal, which was fine.

The manual transportation of a particularly heavy box coupled with the "New Place - Delayed Shit" issue I sometimes get, I had a rumble of intestinal movement, knew I would need to go very soon, gently placed the box down and dashed for the loo.

The house they moved into was brand new, literally the flooring had only just been placed the day before they moved in. This meant all the plumbing was untested, but considered working.

I was that test.

I had one of the most impressive man-craps I have ever experienced, it was big but not a painful transition to the pan, so I was pleased.

I flushed whilst admiring the glory of the deep-sea cable I had just laid, until I realised that the pan was no longer filled with 6 inches of water, but 12, and rising...

It got to the base of the rim, and seemed to slow, which in turn slowed my 'enthusiasm' to unblock the problem. This was my downfall.

The cistern was refilling at an alarming rate, as it turns out, someone hadn't fitted a float to the valve, so it was now on constantly.

I let out the kind of high-pitch yelp only a man could and grabbed the plunger. It took *15* proper full pumps to rid the pan of this monster, that along with the several litres of water starting to make a nice puddle on the floor, my life was decending into hell.

My girlfriend's aunty, bless her, was happy to clear it up, but I was far to embaressed to let her!
(Ethelred is watching cheese grow, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 11:17, 1 reply)

heart attack time
I had something similar happen to me.

www.b3ta.com/questions/shitstories2/post135841
(Suddenly, zebras Safe and sound for eternity, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 17:42, closed)