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Rakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
Rakky writes "A friend of mine, when quizzed why she was late to the pub, announced 'I was at accident and emergency, having a stuck tampon removed. They had to have a right old dig around for it.' Suffice to say, no one was interested in their Scampi Fries after that."
When have you shared just that little too much?
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 10:09)
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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.
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 20:46, Reply)
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.
( , Thu 6 Sep 2007, 20:46, Reply)
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