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.I had this once - at my (what is now ex) girlfriends house. Did the deed, flushed, looked and it was still there. Flushed again, and it's still refusing to move. I began to panic, more so when she knocked on the door asking if everything was ok. I had to come clean and tell her. She got a rubber glove, stuck her hand down the pan and wiggled it free for me......
All suggestions are greatly appreciated. However, due our stay covering a further day and a half choice (a) was never really a viable option. I am happy to report that we did find a solution though. Having thoroughly rehydrated, the OH and I were able to produce a couple of gallons of near concentrated nitric acid strength urine to act as an overnight marinade. This appears to have reduced the basalt-like consistency of the errant log to something more akin to that of a very well aged brie.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
You got your wife to piss on your jammed log? She is pure filth.
CR6ZZ said:
All suggestions are greatly appreciated. However, due our stay covering a further day and a half choice (a) was never really a viable option. I am happy to report that we did find a solution though. Having thoroughly rehydrated, the OH and I were able to produce a couple of gallons of near concentrated nitric acid strength urine to act as an overnight marinade. This appears to have reduced the basalt-like consistency of the errant log to something more akin to that of a very well aged brie.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
Vyse said:
You got your wife to piss on your jammed log? She is pure filth.
Proof that PH still delivers occasionally, i'm pissing myself here! CR6ZZ said:
All suggestions are greatly appreciated. However, due our stay covering a further day and a half choice (a) was never really a viable option. I am happy to report that we did find a solution though. Having thoroughly rehydrated, the OH and I were able to produce a couple of gallons of near concentrated nitric acid strength urine to act as an overnight marinade. This appears to have reduced the basalt-like consistency of the errant log to something more akin to that of a very well aged brie.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
Don't know if it's been posted already..
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hRgpo1HuMM8
I have a phobia of s
tting in any other toilet other than mine, I can count on both hands the amount of times I have used others. They tend to be when I have no other choice unless I want to st myself.
I was staying at my exes last year. Normally only stay for a night or two then go back to mine, but this time I was there for ten days. On the third day I drove home to collect some things and use the toilet. It wasn't planned to stay that long.
On the sixth day of being there, I really needed to go. Ex was asleep in bed, her daughter was busy watching TV, so decided now would be the best time.
Of course as I hadn't been for a while it was huge, and of course it blocked the toilet.
Of to the kitchen I go, hoping her daughter is still watching TV (I had pulled my jeans back up, didn't want her to start being loud and wake my ex up!).
Grab a knife and cut it down, it finally flushes.
Quickly run downstairs out the door and chuck it in the bin.
Few weeks later her family are over, she noticed that a knife is missing and asks if I have seen it.
I don't say what really happened to it.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hRgpo1HuMM8
I have a phobia of s
tting in any other toilet other than mine, I can count on both hands the amount of times I have used others. They tend to be when I have no other choice unless I want to st myself. I was staying at my exes last year. Normally only stay for a night or two then go back to mine, but this time I was there for ten days. On the third day I drove home to collect some things and use the toilet. It wasn't planned to stay that long.
On the sixth day of being there, I really needed to go. Ex was asleep in bed, her daughter was busy watching TV, so decided now would be the best time.
Of course as I hadn't been for a while it was huge, and of course it blocked the toilet.
Of to the kitchen I go, hoping her daughter is still watching TV (I had pulled my jeans back up, didn't want her to start being loud and wake my ex up!).
Grab a knife and cut it down, it finally flushes.
Quickly run downstairs out the door and chuck it in the bin.
Few weeks later her family are over, she noticed that a knife is missing and asks if I have seen it.
I don't say what really happened to it.
Beefmeister said:
Vyse said:
You got your wife to piss on your jammed log? She is pure filth.
Proof that PH still delivers occasionally, i'm pissing myself here! CR6ZZ said:
All suggestions are greatly appreciated. However, due our stay covering a further day and a half choice (a) was never really a viable option. I am happy to report that we did find a solution though. Having thoroughly rehydrated, the OH and I were able to produce a couple of gallons of near concentrated nitric acid strength urine to act as an overnight marinade. This appears to have reduced the basalt-like consistency of the errant log to something more akin to that of a very well aged brie.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
The question was, had there been enough leak-by during the night to accommodate the contents of the cistern in the bowl? I had no way of knowing, so it was with a certain amount of trepidation that I pressed the 'flush' button. I waited with bated breath as the water transferred form the tank to the bowl and was about to deploy the amassed towels mop up the impending spill when, with a mighty gurgle, the titanic turd moved, stopped, and moved again, eventually disappearing into the porcelain blackness to join the countless other similar deposits populating the sewers of Santiago.
I particularly liked the small flag suggestion and will carry a supply of these on further travels should such a future opportunity present itself.
Ah, a good old-fashioned PH toilet thread.
OP: Hotel not have a pool table? I'd have borrowed a cue and set right about the big fella. Couple of good jabs and the problem would have flushed away (I would have rinsed the end of the cue under a tap afterwards, mind: it's just common courtesy).
Few years back I gave birth to a bit of a monster at home… took 24 flushes over a couple of days to shift it (yep, I counted). I asked my missus to flush sparingly as I had a mate coming over to stay and I wanted to show off my handiwork. Naturally she refused, claiming that I was "disgusting, puerile and immature".
Can't really argue with her on that one.
Sadly my mate never got to view the magnificent specimen that was Howard (I decided that if he was going to take up residence then he might as well have a name) as he slithered his way to freedom around the u-bend. Shame, as I'd become quite attached to him…
Still, life goes on.
OP: Hotel not have a pool table? I'd have borrowed a cue and set right about the big fella. Couple of good jabs and the problem would have flushed away (I would have rinsed the end of the cue under a tap afterwards, mind: it's just common courtesy).
Few years back I gave birth to a bit of a monster at home… took 24 flushes over a couple of days to shift it (yep, I counted). I asked my missus to flush sparingly as I had a mate coming over to stay and I wanted to show off my handiwork. Naturally she refused, claiming that I was "disgusting, puerile and immature".
Can't really argue with her on that one.
Sadly my mate never got to view the magnificent specimen that was Howard (I decided that if he was going to take up residence then he might as well have a name) as he slithered his way to freedom around the u-bend. Shame, as I'd become quite attached to him…
Still, life goes on.
An acquaintance of mine keeps a pair of 'jobby scissors' in his loo specifically for this eventuality.
I do remember years ago using the loo of Dixon's store in Argyle Street in Glasgow. It was in the warehouse behind the store and was a kind'a portaloo affair.
While in there I was conscious of someone waiting outside so figured I'd best get on with it as quick as possible. As it wasn't a public loo I put the seat down, flushed and vacated the convenience.
All I heard was the door being closed then opened in a bit of a hurry and the guy who went in after me yelled, "That is unbefkinglievable! I've never seen anything like that!"
Still makes me smirk occasionally.
I do remember years ago using the loo of Dixon's store in Argyle Street in Glasgow. It was in the warehouse behind the store and was a kind'a portaloo affair.
While in there I was conscious of someone waiting outside so figured I'd best get on with it as quick as possible. As it wasn't a public loo I put the seat down, flushed and vacated the convenience.
All I heard was the door being closed then opened in a bit of a hurry and the guy who went in after me yelled, "That is unbef
kinglievable! I've never seen anything like that!" Still makes me smirk occasionally.
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