The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
...whilst on the loo. Is it right or is it so very very wrong?
Whilst answering the call of nature, I overherad a gentleman in one of the cubicles answering his phone and conducting what appeared to be very involved business stuff. It sytuck me that it was just... wrong.
I wouldn't answer a phone BUT I experienced calling someone who was ... I only found out because I requested what these flashing noises were...NOT nice!
But luckely there's no such thing like "smell" phone!
what about when you go to the bog at work (or anywhere public) and you see another guy coming out of the cubicle. Am I the only one who then avoids that cubicle cos I dont want to sit on another mans warmth?
Also, being in the next cubicle to someone you work with, or worse, the boss, and you see each other going in, you're both trying not to be the 1st to splash!
Am I the only one who then avoids that cubicle cos I dont want to sit on another mans warmth?
No. No you're not.
Damo_daly wrote:
Also, being in the next cubicle to someone you work with, or worse, the boss, and you see each other going in, you're both trying not to be the 1st to splash!
One of the ultimate nightmare scenarios, that. Better to splash than fart, though.
the king has spoken, so apologies to everyone else in advance...
like I said, I had been on the curry and guiness all night, i was walking to get a taxi with some friends when I had to go, so i went in some bushes near a stream, but i was so drunk I kinda got some down the outside back of my boxers. im my drunken state, i thought i would be a great idea, rather than remove them, to hack them off with a broken beck's bottle, which took about 20 minutes.
Nobody believed I'd only nipped in for a quick pee...
Damo_daly wrote: on the subject of toilets, what about when you go to the bog at work (or anywhere public) and you see another guy coming out of the cubicle. Am I the only one who then avoids that cubicle cos I dont want to sit on another mans warmth? !
This very thing happened to me once. Another much older guy in my office was going into the "cubicle" as I coming out. He says "Good, you warmed it up for me" All I could thing was "NASTY". I was about sick. Unfortunately I work in a 100 year old bulding. The toilets have to be at least 50. I spend prolly 3 minutes wiping the seat down before I ever sit down. And to have this guy come in and be happy that my sweaty ass print was still there.
there is a new awesome japanese time restuarant opened up in belfast (which serves equally awesome sushI) and they have the BEST public loo EVER..
i've never seen it before.. but over the top of the seat is a plastic (kinda like the plastic on a supermarket bag) layer.. and when you swipe your hand over this little sensor.. it pulls it round into one side of the loo seat giving you a new layer of plastic wrap to sit on..
Damo_daly wrote: im my drunken state, i thought i would be a great idea, rather than remove them, to hack them off with a broken beck's bottle, which took about 20 minutes.
Helllloooooo!? He hacked his pants off with a broken bottle??.
This sounds like a tricky task already without the added complication of guinness and the **CUCUMBER**s. I reiterate, therefore, that he is a lucky lucky man (presuming he is still the proud owner of all the usual biological boy bits).
ddvmor wrote: Copper wrote: ...he is a lucky lucky man (presuming he is still the proud owner of all the usual biological boy bits).
Ah. So you don't crap in the bushes often then? Anyway - you seem to be making a big assumption here. Damo... do you still have all your tackle? Is it in one peice and relatively unscarred?
I can't believe your enquiring into another man's tackle
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