What's the most disgusting thing you've had to do?
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A Friday afternoon thread for you.
While cleaning the toilet this morning, I started wondering what's the most disgusting task, activity or job that anyone could do... so personal experiences, what's the worst you've had to endure? (It could even be a septic tank exploding over you, if that has ever happened.)
PS and what drives a hospital consultant to spend most of his professional career dealing with people's rectums eg removing piles?
While cleaning the toilet this morning, I started wondering what's the most disgusting task, activity or job that anyone could do... so personal experiences, what's the worst you've had to endure? (It could even be a septic tank exploding over you, if that has ever happened.)
PS and what drives a hospital consultant to spend most of his professional career dealing with people's rectums eg removing piles?
Edited by ShadownINja on Friday 10th July 12:50
Cleaning up a big, dirty, smelly pile of cat sick that my little furry s
t machine deposited on the living room floor. At least once a week she'll leave a little pile for us.
Cleaning my cousin's cat's ear when he got bitten by another cat. It got all infected, puss-filled and really smelly. Cue me dabbing it with dettol trying not to puke on him.
fking cats.
t machine deposited on the living room floor. At least once a week she'll leave a little pile for us.Cleaning my cousin's cat's ear when he got bitten by another cat. It got all infected, puss-filled and really smelly. Cue me dabbing it with dettol trying not to puke on him.
f
king cats.
Cleaning up after (yet) another visit from "The Phantom stter" in the Gent's toilet at the pub I used to run. I swear, this person must have somehow hovered about three feet above the pan and then opened the bomb-bay doors and let rip with the projectile force of the Hoover Dam. Pebble-dashing doesn't even begin to describe it.
Being in possession of a strong constitution (and a poor sense of smell), I was always the one called in to deal with unwanted vomit as well.
Join the pub trade - it's dead glamorous.
tter" in the Gent's toilet at the pub I used to run. I swear, this person must have somehow hovered about three feet above the pan and then opened the bomb-bay doors and let rip with the projectile force of the Hoover Dam. Pebble-dashing doesn't even begin to describe it.Being in possession of a strong constitution (and a poor sense of smell), I was always the one called in to deal with unwanted vomit as well.
Join the pub trade - it's dead glamorous.
a medic flat mate at uni used to work nights at an old people's home as an orderly
there was one 70 year old guy who had a thing for her who, whenever she was on shift, would without fail go to the loo and force his arse to prolapse
she'd done the gloves and armed with KY jelly push it back up him, the dirty fecker
there was one 70 year old guy who had a thing for her who, whenever she was on shift, would without fail go to the loo and force his arse to prolapse
she'd done the gloves and armed with KY jelly push it back up him, the dirty fecker
sleep envy said:
a medic flat mate at uni used to work nights at an old people's home as an orderly
there was one 70 year old guy who had a thing for her who, whenever she was on shift, would without fail go to the loo and force his arse to prolapse
she'd done the gloves and armed with KY jelly push it back up him, the dirty fecker
there was one 70 year old guy who had a thing for her who, whenever she was on shift, would without fail go to the loo and force his arse to prolapse
she'd done the gloves and armed with KY jelly push it back up him, the dirty fecker
Benefit of having piles, I guess!!Did she ever do a reach-around?
Edited by ShadownINja on Friday 10th July 13:10
TVR Moneypit said:
Los Palmas 7 said:
Cleaning up after (yet) another visit from "The Phantom stter" in the Gent's toilet at the pub I used to run. I swear, this person must have somehow hovered about three feet above the pan and then opened the bomb-bay doors and let rip with the projectile force of the Hoover Dam. Pebble-dashing doesn't even begin to describe it.
Being in possession of a strong constitution (and a poor sense of smell), I was always the one called in to deal with unwanted vomit as well.
Join the pub trade - it's dead glamorous.
Oh tter" in the Gent's toilet at the pub I used to run. I swear, this person must have somehow hovered about three feet above the pan and then opened the bomb-bay doors and let rip with the projectile force of the Hoover Dam. Pebble-dashing doesn't even begin to describe it.Being in possession of a strong constitution (and a poor sense of smell), I was always the one called in to deal with unwanted vomit as well.
Join the pub trade - it's dead glamorous.
A club i used to run had a huge septic tank at the bottom of the carpark. My sadistic boss used to have it cleaned out every mid summer. All the glass, tights, vomit, s
t, bog roll would block all the drains, meaning that I had to dyno rod the bds, then get the waders on, drop into the tank and shovel that st out. Luckily a friendly local farmer would suck most of it out, but there would always be a fair bit of 'solids' left in the bottom.Emptying the holding tank of a yacht that had been on charter for the previous week. One of the female charterers was on the blob &, despite the verbal & written warnings not to put tampons down the loo, she did & consequently blocked the system. When they brought the boat back, the Boatswain & I had to take the boat out into the Solent & try to empty the holding tank.
There was absolutely no way that anything was coming out, so that only way forward was to close the seacocks& try to pump some back pressure into the system to move the blockage caused by the tampon. Unfortunately, we pumped a little too hard & uopn opening the seacock again, he, I and pretty much the entire inside of the yacht got covered in a almighty shower of st, blob & loo roll as the holding tank emptied itself back out of the loo.
We both puked & jumped over the side to get as much off as possible.
There was absolutely no way that anything was coming out, so that only way forward was to close the seacocks& try to pump some back pressure into the system to move the blockage caused by the tampon. Unfortunately, we pumped a little too hard & uopn opening the seacock again, he, I and pretty much the entire inside of the yacht got covered in a almighty shower of s
t, blob & loo roll as the holding tank emptied itself back out of the loo.We both puked & jumped over the side to get as much off as possible.
My Uncle moved house a couple of years ago and within a day or two found out that ALL the drains were blocked, as I was there at the time I offered to help him work out what was blocked............. we oppend the first man hole cover and found it up to the top of the inspection / collector full of "bathroom waste", ok thats blocked so onto the next one ..... just the same bugger! 3 more later we tracked the blockage down to the final man hole where it flows into the main sewer line................... spent a lovely hour or so with jet washer and drain unblocking attachment clearing it all out 
When I was at school, one of the sixth formers (I was 3rd form, 13 at the time) came back from playing rugby, didn't have time for a shower, so just washed his pits and feet in one of the sinks. The tepid water was murky brown, with bits of blister and toenail wool bobbing around.
I happened to be walking past, and this particularly viscious thug filled a glass with the sink water, and on threat of death, made me down it.
I happened to be walking past, and this particularly viscious thug filled a glass with the sink water, and on threat of death, made me down it.
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