[Closed] Classy lady...

Sweet baby jesus and the orphans.

Impressive. I can't nip one out that quickly.

Paula Radcliffe has denied being in the area...

Its because she didn't have any reading material to hand. She'd have been there for 30mins if she was a bloke with a mag in hand.

You sometimes curiosity gets the better of you and you watch something you know you shouldn't? This isn't one of those times.

We've all been there

Have to say I was LOLing more than tutting

I am in no way tempted to watch this.

There's really nothing to see.

I'm guessing that with leggings, a scrawl from one's arse-crayon is probably a bit more of a problem than with jeans. So, she had to just get on with it I suppose.

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hora - Member

Its because she didn't have any reading material to hand. She'd have been there for 30mins if she was a bloke with a mag in hand.

Exactly my thought.

Imagine the clincker! Hope she wasn't wearing a thong.

Se picks up baby wipes after. Softer wipe.

I probably wouldn't ever do that.

you're no less a man for using a moist wipe, greatape

Had this when I worked at ikea.
Bathroom section was taped off behind some tarpaulins whilst being renovated in the night.
Someone found a massive dried up turd one Saturday morning in one of the (not plumbed in) toilets. No paper, just a poo.

When I used to teach I came across a couple of examples of kids (at least I assume it was) who would poo in very public places around the school (this was both in London and in Australia). Never got an explanation for that kind of behaviour but I'm sure the Freudians would have something to say.

Have to confess that when I was a kid I once pinched one off in the stairwell of a multi-storey car park. Was out playing with friends on our bikes, long way from home, no toilets in sight, and I just had to go!

The guilt of my dastardly deed has eaten away at me for years, and in true Freudian fashion is undoubtedly why I'm now an anally retentive OCD type adult!

But I'm hoping with this confession I can finally put it behind me, wipe away the stain on my character, and purge the evil that was within me - hallelujah!

Pity you weren't more anally retentive in that car park eh!

A lad I grew up with did one in the window of a bathroom showroom once. All very amusing I suppose.
But her...

Love the description that she was "shifty looking"...

We had a phantom pooer in Korea, a country obsessed with poos.

The male staff toilet would have a poo floating on paper in it about once a week, always at different times.

One day, I was heading into the loo, and it smelled as if someone had really bad runs, and stank, I saw a pair of student shoes under the door, so I left and waited. I knew something was up.

I was trying to singal for the head to come out and help, or the vice head, but they were too busy talking, I had to go in and grab them, to apprehend this student.

As I turned in the door to shout to them, and turned back, I saw a student running up the stairs, out of sight.

THe VH and I went to the toilet to see what mischief had been going on, to find the toilet walls, everything really smeared in poo, with finger prints everywhere, I told him the student had gone upstairs, he ran off like superman charging through classrooms looking for him.

We never caught him.

That student must have been stinking off poo, reaking, and they blended back into the crowd.

The phantom pooer never struck again.

shifty looking"

I read an account of a coup in Monrovia rsome other African city; when the shooting started people were so frightened that they just dropped their keks and went, in the street. Our cat certainly poos herself when El Gato Negro, who would like her as his wife, chases her up the apple tree.

People who don't wash their hands afterwards really disgust me too.

Would a thong act like a wire cheese cutter?

scaredypants - Member

you're no less a man for using a moist wipe, greatape

Seriously? Woo hoo!

*skips off to polish balloon knot to butler standards of cleanliness*

She'd have been there for 30mins if she was a bloke with a mag in hand.

We had a 'phantom' at school. Every so often we would go back to the changing rooms after playing rugby and there would be a 'gift' from the phantom. The teachers started to take action by making sure everyone was out and then locking the doors, but the phantom still struck twice more. Whoever it was must have resorted to pre-doing it in a bag or something.

The phantom's activities stopped eventually, but the culprit was never identified. It remains one of the great unsolved mysteries, to rank alongside the Marie Celeste and the longevity of Janet Street Porter's career.

When I was at my primary school long time ago in the far east our school toilet was full of poo-mines dotted all over the floor just like the plastic poo pic above.

As a kid we got so used to them we just navigated around them but the smell was so horrible I would never used it for number 2 unless I had no choice.

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They never caught this phantom shitter :

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Our head of 6th form solemnly informed us at registration one Monday morning, that at last Friday's disco somebody had deficated in the urinal in the gents (obviously) with an accusing look in the boy's direction. Turns out it was one of the more liberal minded 6th form 'ladies'.

We used to have someone who crapped down the inter-deck penetrations on a ship whilst in build.

Leaving a nice surprise for whoever was in the compartment below as the 'movements' freefell about 2.5m onto a steel deck

SPLAT!