First year in halls
Two sets of toilets, each with two traps.

About halfway through the year, a mysterious mutant leviathan pooh appeared in one of the crappers on the top floor.

A couple of girls occupied the rooms near that bathroom, and were the ones who usually used it (and one may have been the bomb dropper, who knows?)

On their discovery of said shite, they squealed and danced around for a bit (either in disgust or in honour of their new god). As is sensible in this situation, they didn't attempt to do anything about removing the beast.

It sat there for a fortnight. Festering...

The girls pinned a note on the cubicle door saying: "Caution: Bulldozer required".

This obviously snapped the will of the cleaners, who had also been avoiding the mammoth task.

They wrote underneath: "Pour a kettle of boiling water down and flush the fucking toilet!". Exact wording, too.

It vanished after that, so I guess it was boiled to it's stinky demise, but I like to think it escaped of it's own accord and is graduating in Business Management this summer...
(pharmatron Death or Scunthorpe? CHOOSE!!, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 18:48, 3 replies)

Chicks often drop pan-blockers...
.. I'm a married man, I speak from experience.
Every other night I have to pour a bucketful of boiling water down the pan and run for cover.
(Vic Flange, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 19:23, closed)

"either in disgust or in honour of their new god"
~click~
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 23:07, closed)

^concurs^

( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Tue 1 Apr 2008, 10:34, closed)