I'm pretty bored at the moment, so that reminds me of a juvenile anecdote
I had gone on a canal boat holiday with my best friend and his parents.
Being quite shy the toilet was a little too "open" for me to fully evacuate in complete privacy, so I spent the week without passing a motion.
Come the last day I had a mole at the counter and he really wasnt going to take no for an answer.
On the way home, we stopped off at my friends grandparents house and I took advantage of a proper toilet to fully evacuate my bowels.
Having been through 3 times what I endured, you will appreciate the ferocity and pungent nature of the deluge which comes forth.
The grandparents lived in a bungalow, and by the time I'd finished, washed my hands and started back along the hallway to the lounge, the entire house seemed to have a penetrating smell of shit, so pervasive I am sure it could've eaten through armoured steel.
Few words were exchanged and we left soon after that.
Apparently they were asked "Not to bring the smelly boy round again".
Not a dare, just thought I'd share that one.
(Vic Flange, Thu 1 Nov 2007, 16:37, Reply)