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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In New Brighton and at a wedding
Imagine my surprise when I visited a New Brighton public toilet and saw the urinal overflowing with pee. Being the clever lad that I am I decided to use trap one to the right. I settled my business and made to leave. It was then that I noticed the grizzled short guy who was stood at the urinal a good few minutes before was still there... He was holding his happy jewels, not urinating but looking down the length of the urinal with a big smile on his face waiting for some unsuspecting member of the public to pull out his gentleman parts allowing our friend to get a good inspection. The smile said it all.
Also I'm at a wedding and I have a bad stomach. I make a beeline for the gents and check out trap 3, a comfortable if rustic number with a good stack of loo roll. I deal my peace and it's quite literally offensive. The smell makes the tiles peel off the wall and I start making my will. I clean up and go for the flush. But what's this? The mechanism has failed.... My evidence is left for all to see and I make a sheepish exit.
( , Sat 3 Sep 2005, 14:34, Reply)
Imagine my surprise when I visited a New Brighton public toilet and saw the urinal overflowing with pee. Being the clever lad that I am I decided to use trap one to the right. I settled my business and made to leave. It was then that I noticed the grizzled short guy who was stood at the urinal a good few minutes before was still there... He was holding his happy jewels, not urinating but looking down the length of the urinal with a big smile on his face waiting for some unsuspecting member of the public to pull out his gentleman parts allowing our friend to get a good inspection. The smile said it all.
Also I'm at a wedding and I have a bad stomach. I make a beeline for the gents and check out trap 3, a comfortable if rustic number with a good stack of loo roll. I deal my peace and it's quite literally offensive. The smell makes the tiles peel off the wall and I start making my will. I clean up and go for the flush. But what's this? The mechanism has failed.... My evidence is left for all to see and I make a sheepish exit.
( , Sat 3 Sep 2005, 14:34, Reply)
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