When I was in the USARMY and stationed in Maryland, we were in formation for PT on a Monday morning. The 1SGT walked to the front of the formation and yelled: IF I FIND OUT WHAT SOB SH*T IN THE URINAL LAST NIGHT I WILL PERSONALLY KICK HIS AZZ! Lots of rumors about who did this, but the guilty party was never ratted out.
Yup. While still early at a Tiki Bros rum punch party in the dorm suite. 4 bedrooms 2 baths and a living room with 8 coeds on either side. And by early I mean midnightish, a really hot girl crapped in the urinal on my side of the suite. Litteral shidt show. Takes some work to move that down. As I recall one of my old HS classmates puked in it later. Good times.
Also knew a guy in the USARMY that claimed to have taken a dump on the desk of a 2LT and then smashed it flat with the plastic desk cover. Said he did this the night before leaving Germany and PCSing to Texas. He was pretty ruthless and do believe that he did what he said he did.
Buddy and his brother worked for a dude doing remodels.
They got to keep good stuff instead of just trashing it. Usable windows, doors, and such
Buddy's brother took home 3 terlets, had them sitting up against a retaining wall.
Buddy and I go out and get hammered one night, get back to his place, smokin' a cig or something else perhaps.
All of a sudden the urge hits, I see those johns over there and go leave a big steamer in one.
Buddy starts cracking up. What's up I say.
"My little bro is taking them to the swap meet tomorrow"
Next day, little bro comes back from the swap meet, minus the toilets. Buddy asks if the buyer looked in them. Brother says he looked in two and said he'd take the lot.
Someone brought a toilet full of schiedt home that day!
I didn’t want to use the doorless crapper at a dive bar once, so I ran into a nearby garage and crapped my brains out. Wiped with some leaves then went back to slamming beers.
I had a college roomie who was the son of the CEO of a huge aerospace company. He got real drunk and crapped in the urinal. We took pictures and blackmailed him into buying us Girls Gone Wild videos.
Three guys wake up less than bright-eyed and bushy-tailed one January 1st. In recounting the adventures of the previous night, which involved visiting many parties (some of which they even had been invited to attend), the discussion turned to what had most impressed them at the various venues. One fellow, obviously the most worthy of the crew, voted for the place with the trophy room displaying impressive heads, hides, and other memorabilia from six continents. Another, perhaps the most refined of the group thought that the artwork in another residence was simply marvelous. The third, the practical member of the trio, allowed that the place with the golden toilet was incredible. There followed a heated discussion revolving around the insistence of the other two that no place they had visited had any such thing. Undeterred by their denial, the third party insisted on its existence. Naturally, money was placed on the table and the matter needed to be settled. This involved retracing their steps of the previous evening in search of the golden throne. Their inquiries resulted in polite denials, to doors being slammed in their faces, to threat of the constabulary being contacted. After many hours of fruitless searching, they finally came to the last place that they remembered visiting. Upon their asking if this residence did, in fact, contain a golden toilet, the person at the door turned and hollered, "Hey, Earl, the guy that tschidt in your tuba is back!"
Pretty sure when younger I peed in more than one sink in a bar bathroom when the other units were full.
Philosophy back when I was drinking was................................It's just another porcelain fixture.
When I worked for the railroad my roommate came in drunk one night, couldn't find the bathroom so he pissed in a dresser drawer. Then he tried to brew a cup of coffee and set the bedspread on fire. The motel manager was not amused and kicked us both out the next day.
I never did, but we were inspecting a school in Newark, NJ and the State guy always wanted to inspect the chit house because they always get skipped. Walked in with 3-4 guys from Newark Board of Ed and there's a big doogie in the urinal and a bunch of blood on the floor. Officials apologize and ask us to leave because of the blood.
Camp counselor took us in there and made us all look at it, then told us we'd all have to clean it if the guilty party didn't confess.
There were a bunch of inner city kids at the camp and they let him know in no uncertain terms they paid to be at that camp and they weren't cleaning a damn bathroom
Nope buddy [bleep] in a washing machine at a party one night when the bathroom was occupied. Cleaned up with some clothes sitting next to it and went back to the party.
I might be an ass hole but I do have respect for other peoples property. No.
This.
I ran into a high school classmate in a full bar bathroom one night. He started pissing in the sink, then the garbage, then the floor etc. giggling like a little girl. When others confronted him, he looked to me for help and I just laughed and said you're on your own on this one. He came out with a fat lip. LOL
No, but when I was in grade school, the bathroom had a trough for a urinal that pretty much ran the length of the wall. One day there was a turd laying in it that looked all the world like a king cobra. All I can figure was that whoever did it had to start letting it out, then sort of scoot sideways until it was all out. It was long a your arm and straight as a string line!!!