When I worked in London...
...there were a couple of incidents that made me larf:

1) While sorting the plumbing out once (literally I mean - that's not a euphemism) we had a manhole cover open in the downstairs loo (the gents). A flushing noise was heard upstairs (ladies - used only by the lovely accounts girls), whereupon a large turd rushed through the drain we were currently looking into... uurgh.

2) A customer once used the toilet (not unusual that, it happened all the time). A few minutes later I nipped in for a quick wee (no urinals, you see) only to be faced with the biggest, hugest most gigantic poo I've ever seen.
Honestly, it was like a Hovis loaf in the bottom of the pan. Maybe he was Goatse - that's the sort of size I'm talking about.

Once I'd recovered I of course went and told my mates, who all (naturally) went and had a look.
My mate Glaston then came out with the best one-liner I've ever heard:

"Oi mate, if that gets into the North Sea it'll be a danger to shipping!"

=)

Never mind the length, it was the girth that would've brought tears to your eyes
(sorry, but I had to say that)
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 6 Sep 2005, 22:19, Reply)