Toilets
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
Toilets are weird half public/half private spaces. All sorts of stuff goes on in them. They are devious entrances and exits from venues, places to have sex, to snort drugs or even, get this, to defecate. Tell us your favourite toilet stories.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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Vesuvius
Ah, going back to school for this one:
Ducking out of PE one day (I swear our "female" teacher enjoyed teaching us girls faarrr too much) I found sanctuary in the loos at the other side of the building. Oddly, the water level of the loo in the cubicle I was hiding in unusually high, although the thing was clean enough and I couldn't see anything causing a blockage...
After about 30 seconds the curiosity got too much to bear and I flushed the loo just to see what would happen...
It didn't clear as I thought it would, oh no.
The water came rushing up the pan, over the seat and onto the floor, overflowing into the adjoining cubicles, resulting in a cry of "Ewwww!" from the next door occupant who was trying to have a peaceful eartha. On hearing her voice, I realised it was the girl who'd thrown chewing gum into my hair in English class a few weeks back and sincerely regretted not unloading into the bog before I flushed it.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 12:29, Reply)
Ah, going back to school for this one:
Ducking out of PE one day (I swear our "female" teacher enjoyed teaching us girls faarrr too much) I found sanctuary in the loos at the other side of the building. Oddly, the water level of the loo in the cubicle I was hiding in unusually high, although the thing was clean enough and I couldn't see anything causing a blockage...
After about 30 seconds the curiosity got too much to bear and I flushed the loo just to see what would happen...
It didn't clear as I thought it would, oh no.
The water came rushing up the pan, over the seat and onto the floor, overflowing into the adjoining cubicles, resulting in a cry of "Ewwww!" from the next door occupant who was trying to have a peaceful eartha. On hearing her voice, I realised it was the girl who'd thrown chewing gum into my hair in English class a few weeks back and sincerely regretted not unloading into the bog before I flushed it.
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 12:29, Reply)
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