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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When I was a homeless hippy activist...
...and not just a hippy activist like now, I used to take great joy in using McDonalds' customer toilet while never buying anything from the McEvil McDeforesting McMegaCorporation McBastards. I'd go out of my way to poo in their loo while meandering my days round town. What a fabulous pristine disabled-friendly toilet they had too!
Also, being homeless, I wasn't really inundated with places to take my hippy girlfriend... So, more than once, I took her, roughly in the McDonalds lav: she - bracing herself against the handrail, me - trousers round ankles and doing her till her boobies bounced like swinging water-balloons.
We were clean about it - the in-lav sink gave us excellent washing chances that we'd otherwise miss out on, kipping in squats and under bridges as we did - but the thought that we'd just slightly piss off the McDonalds McStaff was almost what made me hard.
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 11:04, Reply)
...and not just a hippy activist like now, I used to take great joy in using McDonalds' customer toilet while never buying anything from the McEvil McDeforesting McMegaCorporation McBastards. I'd go out of my way to poo in their loo while meandering my days round town. What a fabulous pristine disabled-friendly toilet they had too!
Also, being homeless, I wasn't really inundated with places to take my hippy girlfriend... So, more than once, I took her, roughly in the McDonalds lav: she - bracing herself against the handrail, me - trousers round ankles and doing her till her boobies bounced like swinging water-balloons.
We were clean about it - the in-lav sink gave us excellent washing chances that we'd otherwise miss out on, kipping in squats and under bridges as we did - but the thought that we'd just slightly piss off the McDonalds McStaff was almost what made me hard.
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 11:04, Reply)
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