ToiletsToilets 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.
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chthonic, Fri 2 Sep 2005, 11:11)
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Thar he blowsI once was checking myself in a mirror in an infamous American import fast food chain when I heard a cry from one of the middle two stalls behind me, followed by a thick line of what can only be described as arse-water flying up the back wall. This is quite a feat, given I could only see the wall a good 7 foot from the floor as the cubicles were obscuring anything further down.
It ricocheted of the wall, fanning out into both stalls and onto the ceiling. Picasso would have been proud, but the guy from the next stall (who screamed "you cucking funt" or similar as he ran out of the stall and toilets) and the subsequent cleaning crew (bless them) didn't really see the funny side of it.
At one point, I honestly thought I needed to be carried out before I laughed myself to death.
If you need anything to truly believe this story, and I swear it's true, it was in Hull.
Nuff said.
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TGP on the rock 'n' roll, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 20:24,
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