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Sunday, 4 August 2024
For Your Viewing Pleasure
Found on the back of a public toilet door in Beverley (the one next to the florist). I hate having to use a public toilet, but needs must when the devil drives. I only popped in to spend a penny. There was a wiry old man in there blatantly masturbating at the urinal and without shame I clutched my imaginary pearls in horror and fled to the cubicle and locked the door and was greeted with this.
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Positively Shakespearean. Jx
ReplyDeleteThe ones with drawings are the best better, than any Degas.
DeleteEw, I feel like I can smell this picture.
ReplyDeleteWorse than that, the farmer's have been spreading organic matter (pig slurry) on their fields and the weather has been hot so you can imagine the lingering stench coming from every direction, they weren't many dining alfresco that day.
DeleteSame as Melanie! The smell is overwhelming.
ReplyDeleteAnd I wish I hadn't read that first thing in the morning.
Sx
There was a strong smell of bleach masking the smell of stale piss and it was a stainless steel toilet I decanted into. My poor maid of all work Carmen begged me not to be long in case she gets 'done' for loitering.
DeleteWhy would you publish a novella on the crapper door? Go online like everybody else.
ReplyDeleteOr go to any secluded lay-by and you'll soon have company. We're a nation of perverts.
ReplyDeleteSeeing this is enough to make me consider wearing diapers so I need not ever enter a public toilet again.
ReplyDeleteYou can meet the author of the above composition every Wed/Fri afternoons he'll be wearing black boots, he sounds like a dream boat.
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