Toilet
This kid I know Luke has older parents. Fair enough. All of our parents are older than us. But these are the Daily Mail Hyacinth Bucket Variety and their downstairs toilet is set aside for use only by the Queen. Not even Luke is allowed to use it.

Now I was round my other mate Jared's house with a few other mates and we decided to go for a little walk round the faceless housing estate he lived on, picking Luke up on the way.

We arrived and luke's house and rang the doorbell. Jared, being acquainted with Luke's mum and dad lapped up the welcome and conversation they gave him as luke prepared hisself for later.

My other mate Spraggs saw the golden opportunity to go and take a shit in the sacred guarderobe. We all know Spraggs, or all know a Spraggs. The cheery chappy everyone loves, with a glint in his eye and a nose for mischief. Anyway. As Jared engaged Mr and Mrs Luke in conversation and Lamming and myself waited outside, unbeknownst to us spraggs crept inside, opening the door to the sacred piss place across the hall.

He then, in full view of me and Lamming who were standing in teh doorway, pulled down his pantaloons and sat on the sacred stool admiring the hideous plates with kittens on that clung to the vile pink wall.

the guffaws from the doorway became too much and mrs luke went to have a look at what the source of the mirth could be. And to her horror, as she turned round the corridoor what did she see? Spraggs, sitting on her throne, squeezing out a fresh one. "'Allo Mrs Luke" he grinned and she slammed the door in his face.

Spraggs opened the door after two minutes of exclamations of "it's a big 'un!" and "ooooh it wont flush!" to a flabberghasted pair of parents and 3 spotty oiks pissing themselves with laughter.
(Papa Chocolat, Sun 11 Mar 2007, 23:57, Reply)