Modern toilets cannot cope
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Some Guy said:
MikeT66 said:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A47slzMItAI
Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
If there's no water to flush the crapper, what makes them think there will be enough electricity in the African bush land to incinerate the turds?Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
motco said:
Some Guy said:
MikeT66 said:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A47slzMItAI
Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
If there's no water to flush the crapper, what makes them think there will be enough electricity in the African bush land to incinerate the turds?Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
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MikeT66 said:
motco said:
Some Guy said:
MikeT66 said:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A47slzMItAI
Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
If there's no water to flush the crapper, what makes them think there will be enough electricity in the African bush land to incinerate the turds?Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
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colin_p said:
AppleJuice said:
So it removes all the hair from your arse and testicles too? 
Some Guy said:
Death by electric toilet. 
Elvis special or toilet humour infiltrates the USA's colin_p said:
MikeT66 said:
motco said:
Some Guy said:
MikeT66 said:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A47slzMItAI
Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
If there's no water to flush the crapper, what makes them think there will be enough electricity in the African bush land to incinerate the turds?Although burning turds to ashes won't exactly be scent-free, I think.
https://teslaresearch.jimdo.com/wireless-transmiss...
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Modern toilets are pathetic. The flush is puny (feels like about 2 pints of water). Then to add insult to injury the pans are designed for maximum skiddage, leaving a surface akin to the start line at Santa Pod. The result being a toilet brush with more miles on it than a Boeing 747.
Worse though are toilets on Virgin Trains. After doing the deed into what amounts to a brushed steel bucket, there is a half-hearted spritz of water followed by the sound of a pressure vessel exploding (to alert the entire carriage), but at least nobody will be shocked by the smell because the s
t tank has been venting into the hot vestibule all day anyway!
Worse though are toilets on Virgin Trains. After doing the deed into what amounts to a brushed steel bucket, there is a half-hearted spritz of water followed by the sound of a pressure vessel exploding (to alert the entire carriage), but at least nobody will be shocked by the smell because the s
t tank has been venting into the hot vestibule all day anyway!I don’t post much in PH but I thought I’d share my story on this fine thread.
It happened in Feb 2016 – a desperate journey followed by the biggest st ever and an overflowing loo fiasco on a wintry Saturday night in a hotel room in New Jersey.
I was already constipated with 4 days’ worth of crap the day before the flight from Heathrow to Newark. I was hoping the food and booze on the plane would give me the sts (usually does…) so I took in plenty (no shortage as I was in business class).
But nothing happened and I was developing a severe belly ache during the 2-hour rental car drive to the hotel, with an increasing urge for a st. I had to drive slowly as it was snowing while it felt like its head was more than just touching the cloth.
After a hurried check-in at the hotel I ran to my room, dropped my trousers and landed on the loo, having great expectations.
But nothing happened. The log was too big and hard as I pushed and strained at great pain. I was actually bursting some veins in my arse, as was evident from a wipe. This got me really worried and I was desperate for a solution.
Google maps showed a pharmacy still open and just about within walking distance (I wasn’t going to risk driving as there was a lot of black ice, never mind the condition of my arse). The walking excursion gave some temporary relief. Back in my room, the next problem was inserting the suppository, as I had to push it against and past the occupant. At the second attempt (the fist one dispatching just a liquefied suppository) and at agonising pain, I finally managed to dispatch the log (lubricated by the suppository I guess), followed by a barrage of smaller pieces with some liquid stuff at the end.
Intensely relieved but very sore I wiped and flushed, with the inevitable consequence: the bowl just filled up with water and stuff. I waited and flushed again but obviously I didn’t wait long enough and the fking thing overflowed. Badly. I just about managed to stop the st from entering the carpeted hotel room, using all the available towels.
After a one-hour clean-up (thank goodness there was a bathtub to rinse the towels in) the bowl was still more than half full and I waited another hour for a flush, which made me dash for the towels again as it brought it almost to overflowing. What was I to do? Calling hotel services was too embarrassing, and I wasn’t going to use my hands especially as I had used up all soap and shampoo to rinse the towels.
I scouted around the room and spotted that one of the curtains pull rods could be detached. I used it to prod and poke into the bowl until finally the hard stuff was reduced to sufficiently small pieces for the blockage to give way.
I rinsed the rod under the shower and hung it back at the curtains, making sure for the remainder of my stay not to touch that one in the mornings and evenings.
It happened in Feb 2016 – a desperate journey followed by the biggest s
t ever and an overflowing loo fiasco on a wintry Saturday night in a hotel room in New Jersey. I was already constipated with 4 days’ worth of crap the day before the flight from Heathrow to Newark. I was hoping the food and booze on the plane would give me the s
ts (usually does…) so I took in plenty (no shortage as I was in business class).But nothing happened and I was developing a severe belly ache during the 2-hour rental car drive to the hotel, with an increasing urge for a s
t. I had to drive slowly as it was snowing while it felt like its head was more than just touching the cloth.After a hurried check-in at the hotel I ran to my room, dropped my trousers and landed on the loo, having great expectations.
But nothing happened. The log was too big and hard as I pushed and strained at great pain. I was actually bursting some veins in my arse, as was evident from a wipe. This got me really worried and I was desperate for a solution.
Google maps showed a pharmacy still open and just about within walking distance (I wasn’t going to risk driving as there was a lot of black ice, never mind the condition of my arse). The walking excursion gave some temporary relief. Back in my room, the next problem was inserting the suppository, as I had to push it against and past the occupant. At the second attempt (the fist one dispatching just a liquefied suppository) and at agonising pain, I finally managed to dispatch the log (lubricated by the suppository I guess), followed by a barrage of smaller pieces with some liquid stuff at the end.
Intensely relieved but very sore I wiped and flushed, with the inevitable consequence: the bowl just filled up with water and stuff. I waited and flushed again but obviously I didn’t wait long enough and the f
king thing overflowed. Badly. I just about managed to stop the st from entering the carpeted hotel room, using all the available towels.After a one-hour clean-up (thank goodness there was a bathtub to rinse the towels in) the bowl was still more than half full and I waited another hour for a flush, which made me dash for the towels again as it brought it almost to overflowing. What was I to do? Calling hotel services was too embarrassing, and I wasn’t going to use my hands especially as I had used up all soap and shampoo to rinse the towels.
I scouted around the room and spotted that one of the curtains pull rods could be detached. I used it to prod and poke into the bowl until finally the hard stuff was reduced to sufficiently small pieces for the blockage to give way.
I rinsed the rod under the shower and hung it back at the curtains, making sure for the remainder of my stay not to touch that one in the mornings and evenings.
MikeT66 said:
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AppleJuice said:
How the hell do some PHers create such long and curly logs?
Powerfully built goatee wearing directors have colossal appetites required to move there large muscular bulk and larger than usual active brain. This generates a lot of crap, some of which can come out of more than one orifice.Though not given to challenging the po, I've had to cope with a brace of logs that raised the bar. Each was a hard skulled anaconda, one needing the encouragment of a glycerine suppository.
Nevertheless, trusty Dudley Duoflush performed in an exemplary manner. I've just fixed his drippy overflow pipe so it could be gratitude.
Nevertheless, trusty Dudley Duoflush performed in an exemplary manner. I've just fixed his drippy overflow pipe so it could be gratitude.
davhill said:
Though not given to challenging the po, I've had to cope with a brace of logs that raised the bar. Each was a hard skulled anaconda, one needing the encouragment of a glycerine suppository.
Nevertheless, trusty Dudley Duoflush performed in an exemplary manner. I've just fixed his drippy overflow pipe so it could be gratitude.
Incontinence problem?Nevertheless, trusty Dudley Duoflush performed in an exemplary manner. I've just fixed his drippy overflow pipe so it could be gratitude.
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