I just remembered my mates bedsit. Jay and I would crash there sometimes after a heavy night.
Whats this blue cardboard doing in your bed? Nope its pillow case :s
I used to support a guy with learning difficulties who’d shit in the bath. This particular movement was too soft to handle but too hard to just go down the plug so I cranked the pressure up on the shower in hopes of disintegrating it.
In hindsight I should have worn eye protection as the sensation of somebody else’s shit particles ricocheting of my eyeballs isn’t something I’ll forget in a hurry.
I picked up my bike to go across the bridge at hove station, it was a wet rainy and dark winters day, I must have ran over some dog shit somewhere along the way cos as I saw my hand under the lights of the bridge I was like “this isn’t mud” I nearly screamed, I remember going from puddle to puddle washing my hand until I reached the public toilets, but still I felt dirty 🙁
I used to support a guy with learning difficulties who’d shit in the bath. This particular movement was too soft to handle but too hard to just go down the plug so I cranked the pressure up on the shower in hopes of disintegrating it.
In hindsight I should have worn eye protection as the sensation of somebody else’s shit particles ricocheting of my eyeballs isn’t something I’ll forget in a hurry.
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