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TST Loo Users... POO-NITE!

For the scatologically inclined, this sa(turd)ay is international day of the toilet apparently.
Raising awareness of the one third of the worlds population who don't have a loo to **** in.
 
I'm exceptionally ill right now, so my poo is going green and a liquid and smells worse than the worse depths of hell
 
Second dose of ultra laxatives. My life is pain and rain right now. Camera up the **** later as well. Fun.
 
Yikes. And I thought my bowlful (or should it be bowelful?) earlier was unpleasant!
 
I like the idea of grab handles, not so sure on the OTSR though. How would you lean forward to wipe?
 
Oh dear, bathroom loo keeps getting blocked, so it is finally time to get the plumber in.
Oh, get the dripping kitchen tap fixed, might as well replace the cracked bathroom sink, oh, might get a bog to match, oh, and the overflow drip on the header tank, and the leak on the outside loo (how northern can you get), oh and a new outside tap for my gardening, and matching taps would be nice...
******* hell...two grand!
How many trips to distant parks would that cover.
 
Wow so your **** caused problems all over your house! jeez I'd go take a dump in someone else's bog.
 
Now I hate to correct you all here, but I always go for a nice peaceful dump in the yard bog, the upstairs loo is for night time tinkles and the wife only.
What originally ****** up the bog was my college mate who is vegi.
He had a proud boast that he blocked every bog in the department.
 
Outside shitter and I am that old, and very northern.
Probably half of northern terraces have outside bogs still, most people board them in and use them as a shed.
When we purchased the house my dearest wife wanted it ripped out, but as she won't let me in the bathroom when she is in there, and will often go in there for hours at a time (I think she might have another bloke in there hiding under the bath),
I turned the outside bog into my own little private privvy of perfection. Handy for me as a gardener, my yard is my office so to speak.
We have a railway line out the back, which runs steam trains in the summer (up to the Settle Carlisle Line).
Nothing better that sticking your head out the bog and waving at all the people on the train as it chuffs past, always gets a few laughs.
And old, no, ******* ancient.
 
I could never take a **** in an outside bog. Too many things with too many legs lurking behind the seat.
 
I could never take a **** in an outside bog. Too many things with too many legs lurking behind the seat.
Southern softies eh...
Funny though, as a northern softie, I quit "that" London because I just couldn't do another rush hour commute on the Bakerloo line.
That is ten times worse than crapping in an outside bog, and probably ten thousand times more germs than my privvy as well.
Must admit I did find a dead rat down it once, glad I checked before doing a dump, don't think it would have flushed.
Old joke...Don't remember eating that!
 
Well there's your problem. Smart folk live on the Metropolitan line. With the new air conditioned S stock trains, travel is bliss. :)
 
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