This thread reminds me of the terribly constipated chap who had not gone for a couple of days when he felt as though something might be moving....so he was sitting in the public toilet cubicle with trousers round his ankles heaving and straining without success.....
Suddenly he heard the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps , the next door cubicle door slamming and then the sounds of comprehensive diahorrea from next door ....
Still heaving and straining he shouted out in despair to the next door cubicle..' lucky b......'
.....only to hear the wailed reply
'That's what you think..
.I didn' t have time to get my trousers down'
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