Sir Osis of Liver. wrote: » A gang of us were knacker drinking in a partially demolished old building in the middle of town on a particullarly cold evening so we decided to light a fire. Just as the fire got going ,one of the lads disappeared for a few minutes.Nobody was really taking much notice when he returned with an old paint tin and placed it in the middle of the fire. Within a few minutes there was a loud pop and the most vile,disgusting smell filled the air around our sheebeen. It was one of those smells which almost made you pass out when it hit your nostrils. Turns out there was some paint left in the tin and the dirty bastard had shat and pissed into it and resealed it before bringing the vile concoction to the boil in his improvised pressure cooker. We ran for cover with our flaggons in hand as the paint/sh1te/piss mixture began to splatter everywhere. The air in the town center filled with the disgusting aroma ,with everone we met asking "jesus lads,whats that smell?" 30 years later I still feel sick when I think about it. Dirty Bastard.
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LETHAL LADY wrote: » When I worked as a cashier an auld cracked farmer used to come into my workplace every day. You'd know he was in the vicinity by the stink of piss and unwashed body suddenly pervading the air, but on top of that he'd gotten wet gangrene in two of his fingers. He also kept them wrapped in the filthiest pus stained piece of bandage I've ever seen . He'd come to me to pay for his goods with his smelly fingers handing me the cash. I used to try to hold my breath to avoid the stink but it was so bad there was no escaping it.
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Boom_Bap wrote: » . .........He then carefully re-wrapped them and back in his bag..