
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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My uncle told me that when he was at Sandhurst, Her Maj was overseeing some shite or other.
In the event that she needed to oversee a different kind of shite, they cleared out a storage cupboard, cleaned it, painted it and plumbed a toilet in it. As soon as she'd left, a couple of MPs went in with hammers and smashed it up and carried off the bits, to deter 'sight-seers'.
Gives a whole new meaning to sitting on the throne!
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 15:56, Reply)
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