It's amazing how these fetid stories jog your memory about poo.....
We all go to our local Rock/Metal night once a month, and the Gents has two cubicles with a typically flimsy connecting partition. The last time we went, for some alcoholic reason, some twat had decided to utterly destroy the partition, doors, the lot, so what was left were 2 toilet bowls free standing in full view of everyone doing a wee.
A good friend of mine in his drunken haze decides he needs a shit. In fact now I mention it, I'm not even sure he was that drunk....which makes the following even more disturbing. He sees the lack of shelter, and just thinks 'fuck it' and plonks his arse down anyway.
So all these people are going to relive their bladders, only to be greeted by the sight of a pissed 'Scotch' person wiping his arse in full view of everyone, the filthy minger....
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