Phantom pooing
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work email said:
The scene she described to me was totally disgusting, and whilst I don’t want to go into too much detail I think on this occasion it warrants a brief summary of exactly what the cleaner had to endure, involving someone managing to miss the toilet bowl, use their hand to try and help the problem…and wipe their hand on the wall. Yes, it really is THAT BAD!!!!
Anyone else got a phantom pooer at work?
Ah yes, the bizarre behaviour of the toilet terrorist.
A few years ago, a landlord mate of mine spotted a builder's van (signwritten Isle of Wight, if that matters) pull up outside his pub. Two blokes got out and entered via a hallway that separated lounge & public bars.
After a couple of minutes with neither entering the bars, both blokes left via the same front door, hopped in their van and disappeared off down the road.
Thinking this was a bit odd, mate went out into the hallway for a look - nothing out of place. Likewise the gents. However, on entering the ladies, he was met with the funkiest of aromas and a sizeable Mr Whippy steaming away happily in the middle of the floor.
Odd doesn't get close to covering it.
A few years ago, a landlord mate of mine spotted a builder's van (signwritten Isle of Wight, if that matters) pull up outside his pub. Two blokes got out and entered via a hallway that separated lounge & public bars.
After a couple of minutes with neither entering the bars, both blokes left via the same front door, hopped in their van and disappeared off down the road.
Thinking this was a bit odd, mate went out into the hallway for a look - nothing out of place. Likewise the gents. However, on entering the ladies, he was met with the funkiest of aromas and a sizeable Mr Whippy steaming away happily in the middle of the floor.
Odd doesn't get close to covering it.
Bloke asks his pal if he can use his toilet, 'cos he's on the salts and desperate.
When he emerges after the session, there's s
t everywhere, walls, ceiling, floor, flecks on the window, literally everywhere.
Holy strewth, Dave, WTF?
Sorry, I told you I was on the salts...
Yes, but I thought you meant Epsom Salts, not bloody somersaults...
Boom Boom...
When he emerges after the session, there's s
t everywhere, walls, ceiling, floor, flecks on the window, literally everywhere.Holy strewth, Dave, WTF?
Sorry, I told you I was on the salts...
Yes, but I thought you meant Epsom Salts, not bloody somersaults...
Boom Boom...
For many years Mrs T and I did a lot of camping around Europe (no, I don't mean imitating Julian Clary
), especially France.
The single reason why we eventually packed it in was because I got totally pissed off by the number of times the men's toilets were in a disgusting, stty state.
I just couldn't understand, and still can't, why it was apparently so difficult for some blokes to plonk their arses firmly on the toilet seat and aim dowmwards.
Disgusting bds.
), especially France.The single reason why we eventually packed it in was because I got totally pissed off by the number of times the men's toilets were in a disgusting, s
tty state.I just couldn't understand, and still can't, why it was apparently so difficult for some blokes to plonk their arses firmly on the toilet seat and aim dowmwards.
Disgusting b
ds.I don't like or enjoy toilet humour at all, but some the choice wording in these story's has got me wetting myself. 'Phantom curler' ha ha.
Anyway nothing really of merit other than it got so bad at our place with the floaters and skiddys we have signs on the cubical doors that read 'toilet police, says don't let it stew'. Before this they removed the brushes due to the cleaners complaining about the, quantity over st wedged in the brisels. Atleast people were using them though.
Anyway nothing really of merit other than it got so bad at our place with the floaters and skiddys we have signs on the cubical doors that read 'toilet police, says don't let it stew'. Before this they removed the brushes due to the cleaners complaining about the, quantity over s
t wedged in the brisels. Atleast people were using them though. Edited by TheConverted on Wednesday 30th July 21:36
mybrainhurts said:
Bloke asks his pal if he can use his toilet, 'cos he's on the salts and desperate.
When he emerges after the session, there's st everywhere, walls, ceiling, floor, flecks on the window, literally everywhere.
Holy strewth, Dave, WTF?
Sorry, I told you I was on the salts...
Yes, but I thought you meant Epsom Salts, not bloody somersaults...
Boom Boom...
This thread is right up your alley isn't it?!When he emerges after the session, there's s
t everywhere, walls, ceiling, floor, flecks on the window, literally everywhere.Holy strewth, Dave, WTF?
Sorry, I told you I was on the salts...
Yes, but I thought you meant Epsom Salts, not bloody somersaults...
Boom Boom...
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