I know fella who will drive home from work on his lunch to have a ****e as he doesn't like using any other toilet but his own. Says he has split home on a night out to drop one rather than use the bars bogs. Will only hover if absolutely neccessary like on holiday and then he'll hover and put bog roll round the seat. I have stuck a bit of bog roll on the seat myself if the bog is absolutely stinking but other than that I'll ****e anywhere. Thoughts?
Having worked on building sites most of my days, I can confirm that I will ****e anywhere. When I need to ****, I'm ****ting. When I bought my first house, 'she' wanted a new bathroom suite, so I goes up to the house one Saturday and ripped out the old stuff, and put it in the skip, goes back into the house and suddenly I needed to ****e. Had to **** in a box in my new bedroom and wiped my arse with a newspaper. GIRFUY
If he lives down the road from work then maybe but if it is more than 5 minutes away he should be docked wages for being off the job without good reason. When the need comes I will drop the Cleveland Browns off at the Superbowl anywhere. I've had to use festival toilets and have taken a dump in French public bogs so not much will put me off.
It pays to be careful where you crap. Witches can make effigies of you from your ****e, and train them to run around pretending to be you, for instance abusing people you know in the street when drunk, causing them to hate you.
I've shat in a few strange places; Behind a motor in San Francisco (I used my boxers to wipe ma arse and ditched them) In the trees at the top of Dunipace In the small enclosed grassed area at Sheepscar junction in Leeds. Those were all caused by walking home drunk but more recently I had to dive into the woods when our running and drop a batch. I think I have a slight strain of IBS.
I had to put up with one of those German toilets with the shelf for the first 18 months I lived in Cloggieland. You don't realise just how disgusting they are till you have to take a dump in one. It's a sad state of affairs when the stench of your own ****e drives you out of the bog before you've finished the crossword.
Why do they have the shelf? Is it so our German cousins can indulge easily in their scat fetishes and not have to retrieve one that might've slipped round the ubend?
I was told that they like to examine their **** for tapeworm. It's apparently a bit more prevalent over there due to their fondness for pork sausages. They fear the wurst.
Read on Facebook last week a comment a girl left her sister I know. Something along the lines of wishing she was out in Oz with her so she could have held the bag for her. Now I'm not fussy about which bog I use but I would def draw the line at holding a bag while a family member ****s into it. And then post it on Facebook for everyone to read.
