Knowing what teenage children eat and the volumes of it, I've had to issue instructions to my children, that all turds over 25 cwt, MUST be lowered by block and tackle, to ensure the porcelain doesn't sustain damage.
But what really gets me is the "Run Silent Run Deep" ones. You know, they break the water with such stealth, and you simply marvel at the time it takes to finally jettison, that you imagine it has to be in the vicinity of at least 25 miles long, and yet, when you stand; hey presto! not a shred of evidence you were even there. Must be the Phantom Dump.
Your mind has conjured it up to satisfy a long standing family feud. Probably to be joined, when you finally pass to the "other side" (and I don't mean GCS
) by the endless quota of Biro's that have gone missing and the never ending supply of 'Lego' pieces that are found in your cupboard, under and in the furniture, in your soup bowl, in the fork of the pine tree in your front yard, mixed in the foundations of your home, the petrol tank of your lawn mower, and at least a million other irrelevant and impossible places to get to, long after your children have died.
Dearie me!! What a s**thouse thread this turned out to be. Still it's comforting to see; all the usual desperadoes have responded appropriately.
Huggs (from the bottom of the bowl near the 'S' bend)
Catherine
P.S. Interesting question to our US brothers and sisters. Where did your term "Super Bowl" come from. Does it have any other connotation apart from football. Or can your football be misconstrued to imply some "bowl" implications?
P.P.S. I can't believe I read this thread, let alone responded to it. Must be a particularly low point in my life.
