jonmcfc
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Somebody should put these tales of th unsuspectngs in a book i`ve never laughed so much without weed being involved i salute u all
waterloo blue said:Years ago when I worked for the Royal Mail,I had to cover for my boss on a disciplinary hearing.
This Welsh postie working just outside Uxbridge, had a case of the trots and knocked on the house he was delivering to next.Just so happens it belongs to Russell Grant(celebrity clairvoyant).
He asks Grant if he can you use his toilet as he's absolutely busting and it's in the middle of nowhere,Grant fucks him off.
So the postie shit on his doorstep,when Grant came out to complain,the postie says to him"you should have seen that coming ,you fat cnut".
Needless to say he was sacked,even though we were all pissing ourselves.
Always prefered the Falcon myself,mind you always had to avoid Cilla's husband Bobby(boring scouse bastard).gordondaviesmoustache said:waterloo blue said:Years ago when I worked for the Royal Mail,I had to cover for my boss on a disciplinary hearing.
This Welsh postie working just outside Uxbridge, had a case of the trots and knocked on the house he was delivering to next.Just so happens it belongs to Russell Grant(celebrity clairvoyant).
He asks Grant if he can you use his toilet as he's absolutely busting and it's in the middle of nowhere,Grant fucks him off.
So the postie shit on his doorstep,when Grant came out to complain,the postie says to him"you should have seen that coming ,you fat cnut".
Needless to say he was sacked,even though we were all pissing ourselves.
To be fair if my postman asked if he could shit in my house I would probably be inclined to 'fuck him off'.
Plenty of pubs round Uxbridge for him to use too.
The Swan at Denham has always been a good place to do your business.
So I'm told.
waterloo blue said:Always prefered the Falcon myself,mind you always had to avoid Cilla's husband Bobby(boring scouse bastard).gordondaviesmoustache said:waterloo blue said:Years ago when I worked for the Royal Mail,I had to cover for my boss on a disciplinary hearing.
This Welsh postie working just outside Uxbridge, had a case of the trots and knocked on the house he was delivering to next.Just so happens it belongs to Russell Grant(celebrity clairvoyant).
He asks Grant if he can you use his toilet as he's absolutely busting and it's in the middle of nowhere,Grant fucks him off.
So the postie shit on his doorstep,when Grant came out to complain,the postie says to him"you should have seen that coming ,you fat cnut".
Needless to say he was sacked,even though we were all pissing ourselves.
To be fair if my postman asked if he could shit in my house I would probably be inclined to 'fuck him off'.
Plenty of pubs round Uxbridge for him to use too.
The Swan at Denham has always been a good place to do your business.
So I'm told.
Cilla or the hubby?waterloo blue said:Always prefered the Falcon myself,mind you always had to avoid Cilla's husband Bobby (boring scouse bastard).
loui_mcfc said:Once when I was about 16 me and a couple of mates went to a field not far from our houses. We took a disposable bbq, a couple of crates of beer and about 18 of the cheapest sausages known to man. 7 cans and 6 (very badly cooked) sausages later, I start to feel a rumbling in the pit of my stomach. With little explanation to the lads I proceeded to bolt into a wooded area. I knew the inevitable was imminent, so took refuge behind a tree deep into the woods. I knew that if I squatted against the tree I'd be able to keep my kecks shit-free whilst releasing the loads. So pants round my ankles and back to the tree I relaxed my bowels and took a deep breath, knowing it had been a close call. I scraped the last of the bum bisto off my arse with a train ticket from my pocket and pulled my kecks back up whilst breathing another sigh of relief. Before leaving the scene of the crime I took a look back at my handywork, only to see the sorriest looking hedgehog I had ever laid my eyes on attempting to scramble out of the mess I had dropped upon him.
If you are reading this, I'm very sorry Mr Hedgehog.
Uncle Wally One Ball said:A couple of summers ago I hurt my back deadlifting in the gym and was put on them diclofenac tablets. The doctor said to be careful as they can give you dodgy guts. It was a nice afternoon so a couple of pints of strongbow turned into a bucket full and i ended up wobbing home about 10pm. Just as the house got in sight I had the dreaded rumble. I had to clench so hard it was hurting. Got up the steps to the house and its like my ass started relaxing. Just as i got the key in the door, i squirted uncontrollably and this loose matter just completely covered my legs, soaked through my shorts and ran into my trainers. Turned round and the old woman opposite had just let the chihauhas out for a piss and had watched the whole thing
A few years ago i pulled this bird in a club and we agreed to go back to her house. Id been on guinness for a couple of days, and when we were walking out of the place I sharted and instantly knew it was not good news. When we got back to her house i knew i had to ditch these kegs. Couldnt stash them in her bathroom bin as it had no lid. I opened the bathroom window and it would only open about 6 inches. I dangled them out and started swinging them to get a bit of momentum to launch them over to next doors garden. I swang em about and let fly, but they went about 2 inches in the air and landed straight on top of her conservatory roof. I nearly died. Shagged her and fucked off before daylight.
Uncle Wally One Ball said:Ah, Dismal Dave. What a very odd thing to say. Those incident are absolutely 100% true and happened exactly as described, i swear to god.