When is the bomb expected to go off though?
It’s times like this that I really appreciate the solitude of the single-trap jacks downstairs in our office.
The trick here will be to time my exit when no one is passing, such that the porter-induced devastation left behind can’t be linked to me.
I don’t think so, although I’d imagine there would be top notch “bantz” if I did.
Traumatic experience in the work loos earlier. Just sat down for a Tom Kite and heard a rap on the door from the cleaning lady. I let her know of my presence and away she went. Relaxed again I was enjoying the ambience of an empty rest-room when the stupid cunt came back within 10 minutes. I’m tempted to make a complaint.
edit, I’ve just realised it’s company policy to deliberately sabotage relaxing shites.
Anything more than 3 shakes …
Women are mad.
More people admitting doing it in the replies.
My god.
I suppose it is better than them shitting on the floor so they wont be heard. Imagine catching your shit so you dont make a noise. Wonder what happens if they get a dose of the trots?
I try not to rush these things, especially at work.
Yeah.
You wouldnt want to shit on your hands.
Be god wouldn’t it be great to be that confident of solids, especially as a student.
An infamous tyrone player from the 80s once left a lecture at the ranch/St Joseph’s. When he returned he handed a folded copy of the Irish News to a county team mate, telling him that he was featured in the sports section.
The rest is history.
Where else?
Had my morning clear out there in work (Stall 1 of 5) and a lad in a few stalls down seemed to be in a bit of distress. The noises were what only could be described as reminiscent of a banshee cry. I wasted no time in getting out of there following that disquieting experience.
Is your new job in a library?? Your use of vocabulary has greatly improved
No.
He’s the lad collecting 20c in the jacks at Arthurs Quay