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Originally posted by liquidacid@3 July 2003 - 20:54
Once at a party i went to, when i was living in Belfast, a load of people - myself included - crashed at my mates house. When we got up in the morning, there was a smell of shit coming from his conservatory.
It turned out that this lad had, while walking in his sleep, crapped through the small gaps in a wicker seat. We knew who it was because he had taken off in shame. We had the unpleasant task, on a comedown, of hosing shit from my mates wicker chair before his wife came home.
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