Yesterday morning, I was taking a leisurely – though urgent – poo in Bologne airport when someone in another trap flushed their toilet. At it flushed, sustained flecks of water from my own pan shot upwards towards my sallow, hair-specked buttocks. I hadn’t yet finished and for the ensuing five or so minutes, every time a toilet flushed, I was splattered with fecal-infested water.
It pretty much ruined my entire day
Is this an Italian thing, or just bad plumbing?
Public ****ting ends in tears. Quelle surprise.
This is animal behaviour.
I blame the funky smelling orange juice served by BA.
Rather in an airport than on a plane, though, surely?
If you can't control your bowels for a few hours you should see a doctor.
Did you bind yourself up with Kaolin and morphine or something?
Do you people have no control? Do you simply **** where you stand?
Out out, as in bang on it out.
I had to run off a bus in Stamford Hill once such was the uncontrollable urge.
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