ToiletsToilets 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.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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down the flusherBefore a big night out I was feeling a little nervous, to the point of nausea. I rushed to the toilet to throw up. Feeling a little worse for wear I flushed it all away. Only to instantly regret it. Something was missing. Now what was it? I liked my lips. My front tooth. My false front tooth. It had fallen out while I threw up. And I had flushed it down the toilet. I couldn't go out now. I felt incomplete. I had looked forward to this night for months.
A trip to the dentist provided me even more misery. It would take 2 weeks for a new one to be made and would cost $600. So I walked around for a week missing my front tooth - all I needed was prison tatts to complete the look.
(, Mon 5 Sep 2005, 8:54, Reply)
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