Bad Smells
"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)
"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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Wiltshire tractors and the tank of shit
THis thread reminds me of when I used to live in Wiltshire, Trowbridge to be exact. Its a semi rural area so if you go down some of the backroads you are more than likely to come across farm traffic, or in our case on the backroad from Holt to Bradford on Avon, a tractor pulling a muck spreader that had obviously just been filled with the semi sentient contents of a slurry tank, that had been allowed to fester for at least a year.
It was a narrow road, so we couldn't overtake, so had to plod behind it in the car, watching the paint start to flake off the bonnet, and the windscreen start to warp.
OK so with the windows tight shut, we were there for the duration. As we passed a couple of young lads, all dressed up, obviously off into town to "Impress the ladeez" we spotted an astonishing transformation in their walk and attitude.
Where beforehand they were obviously jack the lad, preparing to strut their stuff, you could see them visibly shrink and start to lose their swagger
cue them trying to cover their faces and looking rather unwell.
I got the feeling that for them that particular night would have been a bit of a dead loss
( , Wed 22 Jan 2014, 0:14, 1 reply)
THis thread reminds me of when I used to live in Wiltshire, Trowbridge to be exact. Its a semi rural area so if you go down some of the backroads you are more than likely to come across farm traffic, or in our case on the backroad from Holt to Bradford on Avon, a tractor pulling a muck spreader that had obviously just been filled with the semi sentient contents of a slurry tank, that had been allowed to fester for at least a year.
It was a narrow road, so we couldn't overtake, so had to plod behind it in the car, watching the paint start to flake off the bonnet, and the windscreen start to warp.
OK so with the windows tight shut, we were there for the duration. As we passed a couple of young lads, all dressed up, obviously off into town to "Impress the ladeez" we spotted an astonishing transformation in their walk and attitude.
Where beforehand they were obviously jack the lad, preparing to strut their stuff, you could see them visibly shrink and start to lose their swagger
cue them trying to cover their faces and looking rather unwell.
I got the feeling that for them that particular night would have been a bit of a dead loss
( , Wed 22 Jan 2014, 0:14, 1 reply)
Even worse.
Following a fallen stock collectors truck on a hot day. Oof!
( , Wed 22 Jan 2014, 9:25, closed)
Following a fallen stock collectors truck on a hot day. Oof!
( , Wed 22 Jan 2014, 9:25, closed)
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