Why was it in there if it was clean?
Recently a mate furnished my friends and I with a toilet-based anecdote that made our blood run cold. Quite why he thought it to be suitable for public airing still troubles me.

Long story short, the hero of our story was in a grotty town-centre pub when nature called and he got a 'knock at the back door'. Yielding to the building pressure, he had no choice but to use the pub's lavatorial facilities.

After nature had taken its course, he began the clean-up operation. However, he told us that mid-clean he ran out of toilet roll. Not to be beaten, and showing speed of thought and A-Team-level ingenuity well beyond his years, he then proceeded to fish a used piece of paper from the bowl and reuse it.

As you can imagine, the group parted like the Red Sea when he told us this, and we're still not overly comfortable in his company weeks later. He tried to justify his depraived behaviour by claiming "it was a clean piece", drawing the natural response "well why was it in the bowl in the first place?"

Perhaps the most worrying aspect of this sorry tale is the level of understanding we've built up as friends which makes this kind of story acceptable during a drinking session. I still shudder when I think about it. Minging.
(titusyouclown, Thu 6 Sep 2007, 20:46, Reply)