Pooping at work...

Thinking about work toilets, does anyone else have a colleague / colleagues who seemingly shed pubic hair like no tomorrow!? I'm always confused by the amount of pubes in the urinals.

Definitely not me, I'm as bald as a baby down there.

I work in what you would call a very professional department with some high ranking staff but it never ceases to amaze me how our toilets are left sometimes.
In the ladies toilet is a phantom nose picker who wipes it on the cubicle wall :(
It also amazes me how much food/milk goes missing out of the fridge.
 
So...
Got to work, had to run to the loo.
Had a pizza last night, not gone down well....

Fee sorry for anyone else to use this loo later :o
 
you followed through?

he most likely had a procedure to remove external hemorrhoids and doing so removed or damage the main blood supply to the area, causing the inability to close the anus sharply once open. Was common back then.

Thus a fart turns into a poo. :eek: :D

Or w/e something else
 
Whenever I go at work there is the same guy in the cubicle next to me who throws fruit at me wipes very vigorously, the speed/sound of someone brushing their teeth. It must be incredibly ineffective because he goes at it for long enough to make me feel slightly uncomfortable... A minute or more of continuous arse brushing... Very odd... I'm yet to find out who it is... :p
 
A while ago I walked into the toilets at work, and turned to walk into one of the cubicles (we only have 3 cubicles and no urinals). The smell hit you as soon as you entered the air space of the cubicle, it was one of the worst scenes I have ever encountered. It looked like a scene from hell, the entire toilet bowl was full, wet toilet paper hanging over the seat and down the side. With the obvious everywhere, literally everywhere - it has clearly had several failed flushes.

I stepped back out and went into the one furthest away, finished and washed my hands. As I was stood at the hand dryer, trying to wipe the image from my mind - somebody came into the toilet. I turned around and started to walk out, at the same time I saw him go to walk into the cubicle of death, he stopped and turned around.

Realising he was doing exactly what I'd just done, as I walked past him out of the door, I said...

I just did that.

Looking back, I realise it probably wasn't obvious that I meant 'I just walked into the cubicle and decided to walk out the same as you have just done - it's disgusting isn't it?' and probably more appeared as though I was saying 'I just did that horrific mess, I'm especially proud of it therefore I will tell you it was of my doing'.

He didn't even speak, he just looked at me slightly with alarm. I remember thinking at the time, why is he looking at me like that, I'm trying to share in mutual disgust.

It was a while ago, but we both still work here. I see him fairly often - we never mention that day in the toilet.
 
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I do worry about the diets of some of the people in my building.

Sat having a good poo this morning at work in my usual cubicle, browsing on my phone when the peace and quiet is interrupted with what can only be described as sluice gate of sewage releasing into the bowl in the cubicle next to mine.

You know it's bad when the guy is coughing on the smell of his own creation.
 
For those that are not keen on pooping at work, be glad you don't work at the nuclear power stations in Chernobyl.

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The smell was memorable.
 
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