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Post by tuckerblane on Oct 19, 2019 23:13:19 GMT -5
There’s nothing quite like taking a shit at the pub and finding out the door doesn’t lock.
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Post by Union Jack on Oct 20, 2019 5:32:09 GMT -5
HAHA Oh god! I was NOT expecting that!
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Post by tuckerblane on Oct 20, 2019 10:08:41 GMT -5
HAHA Oh god! I was NOT expecting that! I even checked before sitting down. It was locked from the inside. Not two minutes later, while I’m splatter bombing the porcelain, the door opened. I tell you what, that was a big surprise for both of us. Next time I’m taking my belt off and seeing if I can use that to latch on to the handle and act as a bit of a bungee cord to keep the door closed.
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Post by robriot on Oct 23, 2019 16:32:05 GMT -5
The classic foot-on-door shit. I've done that a few times.
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Post by tuckerblane on Oct 23, 2019 21:01:08 GMT -5
The classic foot-on-door shit. I've done that a few times. Maybe if I were 6’5”. Sadly, a bit out of reach. But in my defense the door was locked when I checked. I always check. Then someone opened it no problem. While I was there. Taking a shit. Splatter bombing the porcelain. Dropping bombs over Baghdad. Nothing like having a bout of explosive diarrhea at the pub and being caught in the act.
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