Christmas cheer!
Discussion
After all the drudgery of the daily commute, the motorways this morning were a pleasure to drive. Cruise set at 79 and plodding along the inside lane with a quick burst for overtaking occasionally so as to not impede others. Everyone else was in similar relaxed mode and all was well with the world. I wish it could be Christmas every day 
Enjoy your break guys!
Enjoy your break guys!
Poopipe said:
Pints said:
It's quite obvious when you're standing near someone who recently took a dump. The smell lingers. 
Not if they use a toilet . ?Honestly. The levels of "I'm so posh I use two pieces of toilet paper when I wipe" is just getting ridiculous on this site.
Whatever happened to the old saying, "I sit where I s
t and I st where I sit"?Pints said:
Dunclane said:
Why wouldn't you have a poo at work?
It's quite obvious when you're standing near someone who recently took a dump. The smell lingers. Most of the guys are on £500/day or thereabouts, so you're looking at £62.50 per hour, or just £1 per minute for simplicity.
Most of the guys have managed over £100 a week in poo related activities.
xRIEx said:
Pints said:
The levels of "I'm so posh I use two pieces of toilet paper when I wipe" is just getting ridiculous on this site.
I use three, doesn't everyone? One up, one down and one to polish.On the other hand, one's man imports Hanebisho for the privy (£12 per roll).
Dunclane said:
Why wouldn't you have a poo at work?
Workplace bathroom anxiety. 
The gut-and sphincter-clenching, nerve-wracking need to finish one’s personal business before someone else enters the bathroom.
The obsession with one’s shoes being recognized, irrational fear that co-workers will giggle and whisper, or worse - point and laugh...
soad said:
Workplace bathroom anxiety.
The gut-and sphincter-clenching, nerve-wracking need to finish one’s personal business before someone else enters the bathroom.
The obsession with one’s shoes being recognized, irrational fear that co-workers will giggle and whisper, or worse - point and laugh...
Try closing the door The gut-and sphincter-clenching, nerve-wracking need to finish one’s personal business before someone else enters the bathroom.
The obsession with one’s shoes being recognized, irrational fear that co-workers will giggle and whisper, or worse - point and laugh...
i always remember the classic story of a female office worker being paranoid of people recognizing her shoes while she did her business on business time.
she had the cunning plan of bring in another pair of shoes and put them on to go to the loo.
worked until someone sussed her out, then everyone knew she was going for s ste when she had her special poop shoes on. lol.
journey to work is bliss sailing past the local schools, without everyone clogging up the roads dropping off their precious.
also got up at 6am to work this A.M (screaming baby alarm clock) so went straight through the town center, instead the usual rat run of back streets. luxury.
she had the cunning plan of bring in another pair of shoes and put them on to go to the loo.
worked until someone sussed her out, then everyone knew she was going for s s
te when she had her special poop shoes on. lol. journey to work is bliss sailing past the local schools, without everyone clogging up the roads dropping off their precious.
also got up at 6am to work this A.M (screaming baby alarm clock) so went straight through the town center, instead the usual rat run of back streets. luxury.
Edited by browna on Tuesday 23 December 13:19
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