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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What the cock is that?
Been out celebrating a mate's birthday in Turkey then have to go to Dalaman airport. I'm suffering from mild food poisoning. Get to the airport and have an urgent message from the dumpster.
I barge into the "toilets" and see a line of 5 cubicles. Aha! Locked, locked, locked. locked. Aha! One not in use. Expecting to see a white bog I see a hole in the ground. I'm drunk so initially think someone has stolen the bog. But I think "fuck it - I need this". So I squat with one hand holding the door closed and the other moving my trousers and cacks out of the way. Bliss.
After a few minutes I decide to look at what I've delivered. I look down and see a piece of chicken. Oh good, I think. Better out than in. Then I look again. Chicken? Out of my arse? Is that normal? I'm squat there, drunk, getting cramp and losing balance trying to work out if shitting chicken is normal.
Turns out it was actually a piece of tissue I'd put between my arse cheeks to stop them chafing from the ring-sting.
I fell asleep on the plane and while relaxed I leaked a nugget. I cleaned up in the toilet but the smell was still there. Luckily I was sat next to some old people and every time someone walked past and noticed the smell, I'd look at the old people and give a disgusted look.
Safe!
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 17:12, Reply)
Been out celebrating a mate's birthday in Turkey then have to go to Dalaman airport. I'm suffering from mild food poisoning. Get to the airport and have an urgent message from the dumpster.
I barge into the "toilets" and see a line of 5 cubicles. Aha! Locked, locked, locked. locked. Aha! One not in use. Expecting to see a white bog I see a hole in the ground. I'm drunk so initially think someone has stolen the bog. But I think "fuck it - I need this". So I squat with one hand holding the door closed and the other moving my trousers and cacks out of the way. Bliss.
After a few minutes I decide to look at what I've delivered. I look down and see a piece of chicken. Oh good, I think. Better out than in. Then I look again. Chicken? Out of my arse? Is that normal? I'm squat there, drunk, getting cramp and losing balance trying to work out if shitting chicken is normal.
Turns out it was actually a piece of tissue I'd put between my arse cheeks to stop them chafing from the ring-sting.
I fell asleep on the plane and while relaxed I leaked a nugget. I cleaned up in the toilet but the smell was still there. Luckily I was sat next to some old people and every time someone walked past and noticed the smell, I'd look at the old people and give a disgusted look.
Safe!
( , Fri 2 Sep 2005, 17:12, Reply)
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