Not sure who it was, but the sounds emanating from the men's room stall which resembled someone blowing bubbles with a straw in a combo of chocolate milk and pudding, let me know that I had to vacate the area ASAP...
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Not sure who it was, but the sounds emanating from the men's room stall which resembled someone blowing bubbles with a straw in a combo of chocolate milk and pudding, let me know that I had to vacate the area ASAP...
Why is it that work bathrooms on the third floor have better acoustics and less ventilation than all other bathrooms?
Is it some 'Third Floor Rule'? Can it be quantified?
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Someone here seems to have some sort of fecal induced tourettes. As soon as the turd starts crowning "FUCK, SHIT, BITCH, SHIT, HOE, FUCK, SHIT...." begins emanating from the stall till the plops have ended. Concerning?
Why do people keep bumping this thread?
As far as pay toilets go, I gotta say that I was happy to pay 1 Euro to use one in the Stuttgart Hbf the other week. The lady had the stall clean before I finished drying my hands. It was a far cry from the free ones in the Frankfurt Flgh where someone had decided to just shit in the general direction of the toilet. From a few feet away. The wall was highmarked. And I can't claim authorship.
Dropping a massif at work b4 heading home.
FRA has some of the worst public bathrooms I've even seen. Even the way so many of them appear to be nondescript rooms with steel doors and the little bathroom sign. The best is when you're following the fucking bathroom sign over hill and dale, up stairs around the corner, even an elevator occasionally... only to find the guy closed it for cleaning just before going on his Euro Union guaranteed break. I'd rather shit in my hand than at FRA.
Ha I had a similar experience on my last trip through there. I had enough time to find a nice clean toilet but it was a long way from my gate. The first two were thoroughly destroyed . The nice bathroom was amazingly clean in general but especially compared to the war zone in the others
Once upon a time,
Thai food
-the end
Fire one!
Fire two!
^ you drink >3 beverages last night?
Only two 1L beers
And fire three, we have fish running
I worked in a large office building in Chicago years ago and no one could figure out why one of the stalls would be locked occasionally. A co-worker ducked under the wall one day to find a seriously clogged toilet.
Okay, so someone is taking huge dumps and clogging our toilet leaving us down one of two shitters roughly one day every two weeks.
Time passes and one day I walk in the bathroom and a man of very small stature is climbing out from under the metal divider. I immediately realized I'd caught the door locking shitter. Dude was maybe 105# and he was the one plugging that thing up.
Worst part was he worked on another floor and was going onto various floors and destroying their toilets.
Unfortunalty, our porta johns were slayed by our coalition "partners" that insisted on standing on the seats and promptly breaking them. Then the savages would leave a watery mix of shit/water on the floor after hosing their asses off, leaving you with soaked pantaloons when they touched the floor... We had to put instructions up, which did not work!
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Just something for you consider that you'll expose America's finest to when you vote in the next war monger!
^^^ Agreed, people that can not shit without making a mess in the modern world are fuckdup.
Why would you use yor hand when toilet paper is available. :confused:
Yor avatar is a Piasecki?
Wiping my eyes from laughing this afternoon reading this old thread...there's another somewhere on TGR about sharting yourself...if you haven't found it search it out...
Spackling the porcelain is another good term for this phenomenon.
Decade and a half ago we sailed most weekends on Dillon...sailing includes the usual drinking and eating too much bar food while not having access to a shitter for most of the day. System gets plugged up until there's a good opportunity. Well we're at a condo in Dillon on Sunday after the regatta, some wives, kids and girlfriends sitting around as we're packing up getting ready to hit the I-70 summer shitshow. I visited the bathroom, fan turned on preemptively...did the deed, nothing left in the bowl and shut out the light...and closed the door. The condo and boat owner decides he has to go in immediately after I escaped the little room.
15 years later and I still get shit for the fog that was left in there.