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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Black Friday
A Mate of mine, who we shall call ‘Business’ for he is always ‘doing the business’ with the girls in the office, was enjoying a lunchtime shandy at our local hostelry – a Chav filled Lloyds No1 Bar. Anyway, the lunchtime shandy descended into an 8 Pinter, and around 3 pm he decided he needed a dump so off he toddled downstairs.
A minute or so later he returned, apparently the bogs were out of loo roll.
He went up to the bar and demanded ‘Oy, barmaid, Got any shitrag?’ to which he was given one of those bales of about 40 rolls. Off he went back downstairs with the bale over his shoulder, whole pub wetting themselves, to the cry of ‘ Phone Esholt lads, there’s a big one coming through’ (Esholt being Yorkshire water’s local Shit sieve)’
Anyway apparently he had a very satisfying poo, and we all returned to work about 4pm absolutely twatted. Hence Black Friday.
No size related gag this week – can’t be ARSEd – It’ a SHIT idea anyway, and we all must be POTTY to do it every week. Groan
( , Wed 7 Sep 2005, 10:03, Reply)
A Mate of mine, who we shall call ‘Business’ for he is always ‘doing the business’ with the girls in the office, was enjoying a lunchtime shandy at our local hostelry – a Chav filled Lloyds No1 Bar. Anyway, the lunchtime shandy descended into an 8 Pinter, and around 3 pm he decided he needed a dump so off he toddled downstairs.
A minute or so later he returned, apparently the bogs were out of loo roll.
He went up to the bar and demanded ‘Oy, barmaid, Got any shitrag?’ to which he was given one of those bales of about 40 rolls. Off he went back downstairs with the bale over his shoulder, whole pub wetting themselves, to the cry of ‘ Phone Esholt lads, there’s a big one coming through’ (Esholt being Yorkshire water’s local Shit sieve)’
Anyway apparently he had a very satisfying poo, and we all returned to work about 4pm absolutely twatted. Hence Black Friday.
No size related gag this week – can’t be ARSEd – It’ a SHIT idea anyway, and we all must be POTTY to do it every week. Groan
( , Wed 7 Sep 2005, 10:03, Reply)
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