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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A charming tale about runny shit
When I was 9, I came back early from a friends party with severe stomach cramps. I went and sat myself on the loo and started ejecting heavy bouts of liquified faeces. I had been sat there for about 10mins when the door suddenly burst open to the left of me. Being a typically very small council-house-downstairs-shitter, the door collided with my dangling legs and forced me over the side of the toilet. I managed to stop myself from falling right off with an outstretched hand but it meant my shit-spattered rectum was pointing skywards. I craned my head round and saw my Aunty Katherine peering round the door.
"Ooh, sorry!", she said - as well she fucking might.
I can still see the horror on her face as she briefly came to terms with the sight before her and the smell of my satanic poo.
At least I wasn't wanking.
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 16:17, Reply)
When I was 9, I came back early from a friends party with severe stomach cramps. I went and sat myself on the loo and started ejecting heavy bouts of liquified faeces. I had been sat there for about 10mins when the door suddenly burst open to the left of me. Being a typically very small council-house-downstairs-shitter, the door collided with my dangling legs and forced me over the side of the toilet. I managed to stop myself from falling right off with an outstretched hand but it meant my shit-spattered rectum was pointing skywards. I craned my head round and saw my Aunty Katherine peering round the door.
"Ooh, sorry!", she said - as well she fucking might.
I can still see the horror on her face as she briefly came to terms with the sight before her and the smell of my satanic poo.
At least I wasn't wanking.
( , Tue 6 Sep 2005, 16:17, Reply)
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