Post by muddycoffee on May 6, 2007 15:23:39 GMT
How I met Captain Winscale ..
The most unimaginable stench...
This happened in the gents' toilets at Cannon Street Station about ten years ago:
There I was, minding my own business and having a pee into a urinal, as were several other respectful-looking commuter types.
Down the stairs comes a tramp; a proper tramp as well: wearing six jackets, one on top of the other; the outer one shiny with stains. His hair and beard were long, matted and greasy and his skin was brown with layer upon layer of grime.
He stood in the middle of the toilets (the actual room; not a cubicle), dropped his trousers and appeared to simply lose control of all his bodily functions at once.
Standing with his trousers round his knees, he proceeded to shit, really runny shit into his trousers and onto the floor. At the same time, he pissed and puked: three foul-smelling outpourings at once, over himself and the floor. It wasn't a particularly nice site either.
Once he'd finished, he pulled his trousers up and stumbled out. He didn't clean himself at all: just left covered in shit, piss and puke.
Bless my dad*
*Not really my dad: inserted for humourage reasons
In reality I stole this from a humerous site : -
www.b3ta.com/questions/personalhygiene/
The most unimaginable stench...
This happened in the gents' toilets at Cannon Street Station about ten years ago:
There I was, minding my own business and having a pee into a urinal, as were several other respectful-looking commuter types.
Down the stairs comes a tramp; a proper tramp as well: wearing six jackets, one on top of the other; the outer one shiny with stains. His hair and beard were long, matted and greasy and his skin was brown with layer upon layer of grime.
He stood in the middle of the toilets (the actual room; not a cubicle), dropped his trousers and appeared to simply lose control of all his bodily functions at once.
Standing with his trousers round his knees, he proceeded to shit, really runny shit into his trousers and onto the floor. At the same time, he pissed and puked: three foul-smelling outpourings at once, over himself and the floor. It wasn't a particularly nice site either.
Once he'd finished, he pulled his trousers up and stumbled out. He didn't clean himself at all: just left covered in shit, piss and puke.
Bless my dad*
*Not really my dad: inserted for humourage reasons
In reality I stole this from a humerous site : -
www.b3ta.com/questions/personalhygiene/
