Poo Club
In direct contravention of the topic, I'm going to post a story about not getting told off as a not-adult, knowing as I do how you lot love stories about poo and the fun you can have with it.

First, some background. For many years at my secondary school, two friends of mine would, every lunch time, at one o-clock, go to the toilets at the top of the school and commence in what they called 'poo club'. This consisted of occupying the two side-by-side cubicles, pooing as noisily as they could, talking loudly about their experiences, then comparing the fruits of their endeavours once they had finished. Any other occupants of the toilets they could make leave in disgust, were worth bonus points, and obviously, having finished, neither would flush, so the next unwary pooer would get a treat.

All very schoolboy. Anyway, as we neared our final days at the school, we naturally got up to the kind of shenanigans and low-level vandalism that only the courage the knowledge we were leaving gave us allowed. My two friends decided to leave their mark by writing a message in those toilets for future generations. So, poo club having finished, they took out a permanent marker, and wrote, on the otherwise pristine walls:


TRISTAN AND EGG DID POOS HERE 2006

Heartwarming, eh?

Anyway, having just finished, they turned around and saw, to their horror, a female junior school teacher (what she was doing in there , I don't know) looking at their handiwork. Fearing the worst, the two heroes of of our story opened their mouths to apologise, only for the teacher to just grin broadly and walk away without a word.

Perhaps she's a b3tan.
(WarneMarsh My priority for frivolity begets quality jollity, Sat 22 Sep 2007, 11:00, Reply)