my mate Dave had awful luck with toilets.
One party's memorable highlight followed the drunken birthday girl having to be put to bed after too many homemade cocktails. Dave went to the jacks unfortunately at the same time she decided to regain consciousness... Cue her, wearing only a towel, thundering down the hallway and breaking open the lock, before dropping the towel and pirhouetting to unconsciousness, open mouthed face looking right up between his legs - not conducive to keeping the flow going...
Same guy a year later needed to talk to god on the porcelain phone at a lesbian cocktail party. It of course being a lesbian house meant that the toilet seat would not remain up for long. we followed the shout of pain to find him with a cracked line of blood across his nose, looking like he'd lost a fight - he had, of sorts....
( WhoElse I'm what Willis was talking about, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 16:04, Reply)