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Close call that involved washing your hands?
Wtf is a disaster?
I had to do something similar a fortnight ago. 500 meters into a trail run I could feel the pains. Run started on road so I quickly diverted my route into a part of the mountain that Iāve never met anyone on.
read it again !
Your a fucking animal man.
The Camino de Santiago was a disaster. Youād always be 5-10km away from the next toilet. And there would nearly always be a queue.
Throw in foreign food, day long heat and dodgy water from outdoor taps and pumps, causing frequent rumbles.
Limerick posters will be familiar with the one legged wheelchair using tapper around the town,
He sleeps in a doorway alongside the French table with his permanent companion, I was out jogging this morning and passed them, one of the cunts had obviously done a massive shit next to where they sleep overnight, it was fucking massive and it was disgusting
Just thought Iād let ye know, it was just there , about 6 feet from their heads, no paper around either
A friend of a friend of mine left her shoes outside the front of her tent night at a festival. Woke up the next morning early needing to go to the toilet and went to put on her shoes and found a shit inside in one of them. Woke up her boyfriend who was asleep beside her and told him someone had done a shit in her shoe. Oh no, he said, that was me. Heād woken up bursting in the middle of the night, couldnāt face going to a toilet, so opened the zip of the tent, stuck just his arse out, shat (into the shoe obviously), and crawled back in and went back to sleep.
he needs to go
I canāt believe he owned up. Schoolboy error
I felt like I was nearly there with you. I need one myself after reading that.
Id rather have a peaceful dump in the bog than some mangy shopping centre probably owned by the Quinn family via a front corporation in Kazakhstan with scrotes kicking the door.
Id imagine once a couple of litres of second hand Pakistani cuisine and imported lager emerged after 12 hours in a festering belly, gently agitated along the kilbarrack road before violently seeing the light if day, their desire to snort coke off.that particular cistern waned somewhat. Certainly thereās no mention of them thereafter.
Rumour has it that that was one of the hurling panel. Keily and Enoch are calculating whether heās key enough to have the cyber division of the squad wipe CCTV in the area.
I hope she told him to go shit in his hat.
All my laughing, I was caught short on the motorway in Spain today. I was only a few km from hotel but was biting my fist while driving and weighing up my options. I spied a full packet of tissues near gearstick so was ok there, then saw a bush sticking out on the hard shoulder up ahead. Seat belt off while car was rolling to a stop. Got out, pants down, one fart and what can only be described as a bucket of shit came out. Used all the tissues, back in the car and now having dinner with the missus. I would hate to see who comes across that shit in a few months after a summer of hot sun beating down on it. I hate to think of the scenario if I had shat myself in the car with the dog and the missus as witnessesā¦
Did she have to witness this!!!
Iād say she reckons the Irish spend all day farting and shiteing
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she did. The dog too.