portaloo
Not me, not actually anything to do with me, but a good story from a year after I left uni.

I was at St Andrews in Scotland. This place takes itself very seriously and really thinks it's Oxbridge material, hence a poncey (and shit) May ball, organised by a bunch of toff cunts called the KK.

So the main organiser of the ball is there, enjoying his festivities, when he finds himself needing the loo, so nips off to one of a bank of many portaloos. He locks himself in there and starts his business. Now people had seen this, for want of a better word, 'cunt' going into the bog and hatched a cunning plan.

While he was in there, they ran up to it and pushed it over so that it landed with the door on the ground, leaving him incapable of getting out, and, more humourously, getting covered in all the chemical shit from the toilet.

Oh how I laughed when I heard this story.

I've never apologised before, and it's not going to happen now. And by the way, the female orgasm's a myth too.
(Mong-the-Merciful, Mon 5 Sep 2005, 9:30, Reply)