French confusion...
Whilst being taken round France by our parents, my brother and I (aged 4), one day, were lucky enough to get our very own hotel room; it was connected to our parent's room by a door, and had it's very own bathroom: we felt very grownup!

We'd been sat in the car for a good few hours, so I ran (or waddled, I was really very desperate) to the strangely-shaped loo, and peed for HOURS. It felt good. Then decided that I'd quite like a shit, and duly indulged myself. It was huge. Like an extra from "Planet of the Apes", without the hair.

Then, because I was so grown-up, I used lots and lots of loo roll, until I was squeaky clean. Problem was, it wouldn't flush.

I'd shat in the bidet. And there was no real loo. THat was in my parent's bathroom.

Cue my parents running in, alerted by my brother's disgusted screaming. They had to fish it out with loo roll, run out our bathroom, through our room, into their room and into their bathroom, where they finally flushed the behemoth away.

My family have never been quite so adoring to me since that point.


woo! first post!
(The Empress it seems you CAN polish a turd!, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 14:38, Reply)