"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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