Thar she blows 🙂
Worst is over then, just the fallout residue to cope with.
Not curry related now….
Loving that bog-in-a-bag wwaswas, going to look that up 🙂
When i was a lorryist, sleepovers in the truck where common, sometimes parked up in the middle of London, with no access to a toilet at times, public bogs late at night can be a minefield anyway.
I used to keep a 2ltr ice cream tub, loaded with all the gear to deal with the rear, had to use them a few times. I was allright because i planned for it.
Alan didn’t.
Alan and Marcus worked together, after a heavy night in some shady bar/club they got back to the truck. Alan always slept in the back, he didn’t like confined spaces, sleeping in lorry cab bunks is like being in a coffin, back of the truck awesome.
Might have had some dicky off beer, or the Mc Death fast food.
He had to go, middle of the night, shut in the back of the truck, he could have climbed out the side escape hatch and down the cab (while turtle heading, not easy) a quick look about…..a large Mc Death soft drink cup with the straw, no time to escape the truck.
While drunk he managed to not miss and Mr Whippy one into the cup, almost brimmed it, cap back (minus straw) and smellage was retained in cup too, bonus.
They left fairly early. Very close to the truck was a flash BMW, this is when flash BMW equals driver is a cock.
A dawn raid and a land mine was hidden.
The outcome is unknown, but most likely unpleasant.