some things you just can't un-see...
i used to work as a dooman in Reading, one routine night i get called to the gents to act as backup for a drugs bust. nothing out of the ordinary there, we'd been having trouble with dealers and had 'dealt' with a few already. i arrive at the toilets and my colleague puts the little key thing in and silently give's it a turn. we wrench the door open to find three blokes inside giving eachother handjobs!

i can't decide though if that's worse than the guy who jumped the queue for the toilets on sunday morning at donnington monsters of rock festival a few years back... these things were so full that you had to stand and add to the tower of excement 8 inches above the bowl.
anyway, several people were a tad peeved by this chap's queue jumping antics and so they waited a minute or so before running round behind and pushing the whole thing over onto the door.
needless to say noone rushed to the stricken rocker's aid as effluent poured from any and every hole in the upturned turdis accompanied by screams interspursed with the sound of vomiting...
(elphantasmo for xmas i want santa's list of naughty girls!, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 11:43, Reply)