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So, let's see if I remember how this went....

A few years back some mates and I are round at one of the guys' flat, on the booze as per. After a few hours, once we're all shitted beyond all comprehension, one of the boys goes and crimps one off. We're all standing in the lounge, just up the hall from the site of the crime, and we hear the flushing that would indicate the end of the escapade. Then a few minutes later, another flush. Then again. And again. Eventually he stumbles out of the bog laughing his tits off at the freakish turd he'd just unleashed on the world - nothing spectacular, just a plain old log, about three inches in length, standard girth. The thing about it was that it seemed to have welded itself to the bottom of the bowl. No matter what he did, he couldn't get the fucking thing to move. So we all laugh and all that and get back to the booze - in our state there wasn't a chance in hell any of us were picking up the brush and having a crack.

So long story short, this superglue shit - with all the power of teh beer - proved to be unbudgable for over a week. It sat there, festering, even after others had shat, wiped, and flushed, for the whole time. And throughout that time, then stench grew, to the point where the entire flat smelled like shit. After it finally gave up and swam to freedom, the stench hung around for the better part of three days.

And you loved the fucking length you slut.
(Tetsuo, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 8:06, Reply)