Poo that wont flush….

If your kids float when you drop them off at the pool it means you have too much fat in your diet, which is no doubt explained by the junk you ate last night!

Bit annoying it wouldn’t flush 4 times to clear the evidence !

Known round these parts as a “bog salmon”, it keeps heading upstream trying to reach the place of its birth

i lived in germany for a bit where you have those toilets with the shelf for having a look at your richard before you flush it.
After a very heavy 24hrs drinking, including three kebabs and a bottle of jaeger, I got up in the morning and excreted a monster which wouldn’t shift off the shelf. No bog brush to hand and getting nauseous from the stench I chundered all over it.
Somehow this provided sufficient lube for it to go at the next flush

Left to bog to find my mate waiting to use the trap, he rushed in and locked the door. I then heard him screaming obscenities at me as i walked away and he vomited due to the smell as well

Good times

My little brother was on a business trip in the Far East and staying in a fancy hotel. On his first night there he deposited the captains log which promptly refused to flush away. Rather than face the embarrassment of calling the hotel reception to remove said log he carefully lifted it from the bog (don’t ask me how because I didn’t) wrapped it in loo roll and casually walked down the corridor with it, to the bar, dropped it in the loo and ran for it.

The boy has a PHD and works for a major bank. Gotta wonder…

This thread has cracked me up – i’ve left a few dead otters in the work bogs the dimensions of 2 pint cans of lager stacked one on top of the other which have been spoken angrily about by my colleagues, so pwoud.

Best one ever was in Dubai airport after drinking/eating nowt but cheap cocktails & seafood for a full week at the end of a trip to Sri Lanka with nary a pebble to be seen – I was getting my money’s worth from the expensive aftershave testers in duty free when I experienced several tear jerking “contractions” & had to sprint – top speed – to the bogs where I unloaded what can only be described a “Big Innes” – it felt like I was being hollowed out, I have never experienced anything like it nor do I ever hope to again (unless I have a camera to hand) – it was almost level with the seat & looked a bit like Gandalf’s staff. Tried to flush it half a dozen times & it wobbled back & forth waving a me a bit then stood firm – the bogs were spotless & totally empty so I waited until the cleaner was busying himself sweeping up at the opposite end of the bogs then made a run for it (washed hands – didn’t dry) as I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye as I walked past… again, most pwoud.

For reference, “Big Innes”

I sea poo’ed once near Falmouth, a beautiful experience but you have to be canny and swim away quick.

quality friday afternoon entertainment, thanks folks

And the award today goes to………….

That wasnt a floater it was King Kongs finger beckoning you too your doom!