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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As a urinalI get a few interesting customers, but I remember when Rowan Atkinson came in to my public ablution dressed as a zip-covered young punk. As he was fairly desparate, he headed for the urine collector to the right of me; and had to search for his todger! Started at the Nether Regions, grasped, pulled, unzipped and searched for his Porker.
Failing this, his hands went lower, to zips on his thighs, above his shins; yet none could help him relieve himself. Now you'd never believe what'd happen next!
Grif Rhys Jones' entrance caused a fair old gushing stir amongst us pissoirs, and immediately the comedian prepared to relieve himself. Mr. Atkinson fumbled away next to me, but Mr. Jones methodically opened his briefcase and his warm Aqua Vitae SPURTED from the leather bag into my vast white urine receptor. Ahh.. just what's needed on a cold winter's night.
It wasn't the Nine o'Clock News, so obviously I didn't know what was going on. Even so, I'm not ashamed by the length.
(, Wed 7 Sep 2005, 14:10, Reply)
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