
"I once left the world's stinkiest guff in a lift before sending it down to a group of Germans, all bustling to be first in the doors upon its arrival," giggles Boarders. Tell us your stories involving farts, noxious gasses and unpleasant smells.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 11:56)
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..and I had a bit of an upset stomach. Not to offend anyone, I went to the loo and had a massive poo, with some quite astonishing aromas.
While I was safely locked in the cubicle, I heard my boss (who's quite a scary man and definitely ranks highly on the psycopath scale) come into the toilet and start shouting.
'OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. DID SOMEONE DIE IN HERE? I MEAN, WHAT THE FUCK? JESUS CHRIST. MY GOD, SOMEONE NEEDS TO GO TO THE DOCTOR OR SOMETHING. FUCK ME. FUCKING HELL, WHAT ROTTING. DID SOMEONE EAT SILAGE? JESUS. NO I MEAN SERIOUSLY, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHAT THE HELL IS THAT. MY GOD. FUCK ME.' and on in that vein for a good 5 minutes while I had to stuff toilet paper in mouth to stop from laughing while tears rolled down my face.
Which meant another round of spectacularly noxious aromas, and we entered a vicious circle of verbal to gaseous explosions.
( , Fri 17 Jan 2014, 18:54, 3 replies)
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