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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Oven Gloves
While on a Rugby Tour in Suffolk we were having a social p155 up at our host's club after getting our regulation stuffing on the pitch. I happened to notice one of the "fat-boy" front-row emerging from the gents, very red in the face and giggling like a child with something tucked under his arm. He walked into the kichen and then headed towards me. "What's going on?" I asked. He replied that he'd just "shat in their oven gloves"!! He'd then proceeded to hang them back up on the cooker! As word got around our team there was a degree of disbelief so he decided to go and get them for proof. He'd just picked them up when a voice boomed out "Oi! You're not 'avin' them"! and they were snatched back, hung up again and the kitchen door shut and bolted. I'm not sure what's the more harrowing image....the look on the face of the next person to take the pies out of the oven or our 20 stone prop, bent over the toilet, trying to aim a log into the glove in the first place!
( , Wed 7 Sep 2005, 14:22, Reply)
While on a Rugby Tour in Suffolk we were having a social p155 up at our host's club after getting our regulation stuffing on the pitch. I happened to notice one of the "fat-boy" front-row emerging from the gents, very red in the face and giggling like a child with something tucked under his arm. He walked into the kichen and then headed towards me. "What's going on?" I asked. He replied that he'd just "shat in their oven gloves"!! He'd then proceeded to hang them back up on the cooker! As word got around our team there was a degree of disbelief so he decided to go and get them for proof. He'd just picked them up when a voice boomed out "Oi! You're not 'avin' them"! and they were snatched back, hung up again and the kitchen door shut and bolted. I'm not sure what's the more harrowing image....the look on the face of the next person to take the pies out of the oven or our 20 stone prop, bent over the toilet, trying to aim a log into the glove in the first place!
( , Wed 7 Sep 2005, 14:22, Reply)
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