downstairs toilet

Mint Aero · 03-12-2013 02:58AM

BillyMitchel wrote: »

It came out of you?! I'd get that checked Aero!

It was there already I think

kneemos · 03-12-2013 03:05AM

Mint Aero wrote: »

I was at a 'friends' house and I went to the jacks next to the kitchen. Pulled up the seat cos I was doing a wee and there was a pile of blood under it what was that about?

The painters were in.

Mint Aero · 03-12-2013 03:08AM

kneemos wrote: »

The painters were in.

I should've taken a picture

Woodpecker1 · 03-12-2013 03:12AM

En suite Bathrooms

Never.

Took my one away when the builder was finishing the house.

I love my wife very much.

I dont want her laying in bed listening to me direct the poo poo train out of the station .

stefan idiot jones · 03-12-2013 03:25AM

Senor Jingle Balls wrote: »

My downstairs toilet is the kitchen sink.

Going back over twenty years ago, I bought my first house. Outside toilet only, no bathroom bought it and gutted it with double extension etc etc.

I had been at the rugby all day with my mates but had to come home early as we had friends coming over. Well by six o'clock I had plenty but as it was raining, in my drunken wisdom I thought that I'd save time and getting wet and piss in the sink.

Which I did, however, due to my equilibrium being off kilter I toppled a little and fell into the kitchen window. Glass everywhere, piss everywhere and the head on my ex was something to behold.

Luckily I'm a fantastic joiner, and even drunk I boarded up the window.

I think we beat Neath that day.

I have since stopped drinking and not succumbed to the temptation of urinating onto the delph since.

Sinfonia · 03-12-2013 04:21AM

Muise... wrote: »

the songs, Links234, they'd melt your face.

Or (from an outtake) they'd blister your face with pity :P

bigron2109 · 03-12-2013 10:29AM

Downstairs toilets are for the auld pair, up stairs toilets are for me as there is only two rooms up stairs . Prefer upstairs as it's warmer.

emmabrighton · 03-12-2013 11:00AM

I think you've posted in the wrong forum OP. You should let the experts over in Personal Issues steer you right ;-P

Hello Lady! · 03-12-2013 11:14AM

Upstairs is my loo, downstairs is his. Both have extractor fans and downstairs is far enough from our kitchen and living areas not to be a problem when he starts pebble dashing the bowl.

However, our downstairs loo is right next to next doors kitchen sink. I can hear them next door when they sneeze in the kitchen so I am pretty certain they must be able to hear hubby squeezing one out. In the last 2 years there have been 4 tenants in that house...I am fairly certain I know why! Can't be nice eating your dinner accompanied by a soundtrack of your neighbour's squelchy unloading.

Hoop66 · 03-12-2013 11:17AM

You shit in your house?

That's what office toilets are for.

Rabelais · 03-12-2013 11:28AM

Hoop66 wrote: »

You shit in your house?

That's what office toilets are for.

Always crimp one off on company time, if at all possible.

I was at a home poker game a number of weeks ago, during the water shortages in Dublin. Good turn-out with three tables. We had to set up a third table in the sitting room, with two in the kitchen.

Some absolute animal unloaded an enormous sh1te in the downstairs toilet, under the stairs in the hall joining said kitchen and dining room. And then went to flush, only to discover that there was no water! :eek:

The smell off the thing was absolutely horrendous, and a number of players said they couldn't continue to play as the fent off the log was putting them off their game. Thing was like a dead otter floating in a pond, with a large amount of it breaking the water surface. Truly evil specimen.

Had to take a break in the poker game and tackled it with caustic soda and most of a can of air freshener.

Slideways · 03-12-2013 11:33AM

A friend of mine from down the country passed away and I was in the house for the wake.

My school mate from home said he would come to show me some support. So he landed at the house with all these people there and me the only one he knew.

Nek minit he was missing and then he came back into the kitchen with a green fog following him.

He had left absolute carnage in the shïtter under the stairs.

It provided a bit of comic relief for the pair of us but the friends parents and family were less than impressed. Candles lit in the bog and windows open everywhere