Well, I was at work, taking a bathroom break sitting on the toilet and had need to light a match; so I lit one and dropped it into the toilet between my legs to put out the flame. And while I was sitting there half the kitchen staff checked it out. In case you missed the first post in this series, find it here. Select new user avatar: Mother gives her year-old daughter her very own Narnia So, after obtaining directions from an old lady who kept looking at me suspiciously I jogged off towards the bathroom and the relief it offered. The returning information gave pause for reflection
Portrait of a Gentle Giant
Sunday night at Glastonbury we decided it would be wise to take a piss before settling down for a bit. My comrade, having finished the test, had opened the pressure tank drain valve on the compressor - venting a litre tank at psi directly into the sewer piping which clearly had no venting. Middle school was rough but by the time I got to high school, I was managing to get to the toilet in time a little more often. Within seconds, a Mexican man appeared from nowhere and asked me, in broken English, if I could tell him the direction to Kerrville. Olivier has just arrived at boarding school and is desperate for a pee while his uncle is talking to the director. November 13, 17 Comments.
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I have never sobered up so quick. At the very tip of the Coromandel Peninsula in New Zealand, there is a remote camping ground, far removed from running water and electricity, yet not without a decent sewage treatment facility. The French lack of respect for proper lavatorial facilities is world-renowned and much documented on this site already. I honestly thought I must have died. I dearly loved playing outside and would try to hold my pee until recess was over.
So, I did my best telling the lone little boy the direction to the toilet. She instead pushed the "massage" button. The whole construction was suspended over a large pit roughly 8 feet deep at a guess, possibly being supported by the sheer stench coming from the trench. He then jumped onto the top of the lavatory roof with a pickaxe and battered away for 20 seconds puncturing the roof 10 or 12 times. The noises, splashes and moans were rather humorous, and no doubt caused by the previous night's intake of dodgy Japanese lager which didn't seem to agree with either of us. On closer examination it turned out that the loo was fitted with an entire computer control panel, with anime-style hieroglyphs to 'explain' what the various buttons did. Being a growing lad, the plate had become quite loose, and I could easily pop it out with my tongue.