This email I have received from the building management is quite disturbing.

[Pat Vegas]

Dear xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

We've been advised by one of the other tennants that some individual(s) are going into the toilet and wiping blood on the walls.

:-| :-| :-| :-| I thought the person stealing lunches was weird.

[Berni]

hang around and catch the perpetrator, but apparently no-one wanted to.

[Red N White Army]

Seems to have happened at every work place, lazy f**kers.

[Berni]

How do you manage to **** up a wall or one the floor? Why would you not flush the lavatory after you've deposited something of the size and shape of Popeye's forearm in there? Do they behave like this at home?

I would have these people shot.

[Red N White Army]

[Rich]

fapping coming from the cubicle?

[Berni]

I tried to keep the noise to a minumum, but you know how it is. :shrug:

[Berni]

lavatory after me and be confronted by something like that.

[Red N White Army]

[Mc Gooner]

:****er:

[Classic Jorge]

What happened to the days when meeja bogs were used for their proper purposes, namely cocaine and secretaries?

[Pat Vegas]

I was an awards thing.
went to the toilet and there was a chap all suited up bow tie. A bit older really maybe 60.

He starts farting without hiding it at all. and starts making noises aaaaaaaaah that's better.

This is whilst he standing at the urinal.

[Berni]

working classes. I tried not to touch anything, of course.

[pjlincs]

Had to tell the chaps that they could not wash their chaps in the sink. And had to tell the females that defecating on the floor was not acceptable, even within the confines of a cubicle.
Though nothing compares to having to tell someone (skinny English white male) that their body odour was horrendous, whilst trying not to vom by being in close proximity.

[ITSUPFORGRABSNOW]

The usual response is to recoil in horror and head for another cubicle all the time realising if that someone sees you coming out and then goes in to the toilets will think you are the guilty party.

[Berni]

cautiously into the bowl. At the first sign of brown, I retreat in haste. If someone has left the lid down, I gingerly lift it with my foot to see what may lurk within. Again, if there's brown, the lid goes down.