Nothing worse than having to have a **** when your out on the beer. ****s are suppose to be enjoyed rarely endured.especially im a cubicle with a dodgy lock and a toilet attendant trying to get your loose chance for letting you have the privilege of using the cubicle.. Rant over
I learned long ago that before going out on the town, Bread heavy before going on the lash as to avoid the ****s and soak upthe beers. ( carb heavy too but gotta watch the sauces).
Never happened to me, but had a really drunk poo once. I'm sure it was messy and I'm sure I struggled with it. Were you on the NC throne at the time of writing this thread? If so, you're far more impressive than Gerrez.
I'm reading this from the ****ter. The spicy KFC as played with my irritable bowels. Long hot runny and extremely smelly poo
Had my work Christmas night out last night ended up in some ****y club with unisex bathrooms. Went to the only free cubicle for a piss only to be introduced to a toilet full of Brown pebbledash had a quick piss only to realise the toilet wouldn't flush. Made a hasty exit only to run into the fit bird from accounts who went in after me. she wouldn't look at me again all night and I think she told all the other girls.don't know what's worse the **** or her for telling everyone
After I finished my final exam in a very long degree (it was with the Open University - so 7 years worth of study) a few of us went to a rough a*sed bar for a few well deserved ones. Unfortunately, during the exam, I had munched my way through 3 packets of sugar free polos and the after effects of sorbitol made themselves known after about 4 pints. I have never had such an explosive sh*t in all my life. Pity the poor souls who had to use the already rank bog after me.
I often get the ****s on a Saturday night, and I don't care where we are, I'll always find somewhere to unload. A couple of mates are exactly the same - it's usually a race between us to see who goes first as nobody wants to endure the smell of sloppy seconds
Went drinking straight after work about four pm one afternoon, had @ six pints of guiness and had started on the whisky @ 8pm. Couldn't get into the toilet in the pub so ran across back to the office - but couldn't find my swipe pass so I had a dump in the doorway (it's was sheltered from the rest of the street by scaffolding). The cleaners came in on Saturday morning and, in their words, found a 'cowpat' the size of a dustbin lid on the step. Fortunately, the revellers from the nightclub across the road got the blame - and nobody thought to check the cctv! I don't drink nowadays.
