Guillotine Toilets

How did we get so far off track on this thread?!

Anyone ever give someone an "upper decker"?

Seems like intentional gullitine toilet owners should be subject to one as punishment... :D
 
The only thing better than an actuall upper decker is to scare a buddy into thinking he has reccieved one. Next time your at a friends house who you know is familiar with the deed, just skew the lid on the tank a little.
 
The only thing better than an actuall upper decker is to scare a buddy into thinking he has reccieved one. Next time your at a friends house who you know is familiar with the deed, just skew the lid on the tank a little.

such an ******* thing to do, but you feel like the ultimate joker! :sifone:
 
It started there though.
Something tells me this will be back and forth many times throughout the course of this threads life.

Kind of like the two main topics of the thread.......


Food, S--t, Food, S--t, ........
 
Kind of like the two main topics of the thread.......


Food, S--t, Food, S--t, ........


Much to the dismay of Glassdave, this is up to a solid 11 pages.
I started this as just a blurb while bored off my azz in a hotel room (and only slightly kicked-in-the-azz). Dave didn't think it would go the distance, and he has inadvertantly thrown fuel to the fire on numerous occaisions in this thread alone.
Oh, and the bacon crossover - not sure who to go back and thank for that one without looking, but it had to be Perl, Fund, or Chris...Dude!!or Bobcat may have been involved in that tangent also (I think Bobcat was more involved in the toilet stuff though - go with what you know).
This is cracking me up, but I'm also learning about some good food I need to try.
Heh, glassguru, I say, heh...
 
Much to the dismay of Glassdave, this is up to a solid 11 pages.
I started this as just a blurb while bored off my azz in a hotel room (and only slightly kicked-in-the-azz). Dave didn't think it would go the distance, and he has inadvertantly thrown fuel to the fire on numerous occaisions in this thread alone.
).
This is cracking me up, but I'm also learning about some good food I need to try.
Heh, glassguru, I say, heh...

Who wooda thunk it wooda lasted this long!!!!
 
Much to the dismay of Glassdave, this is up to a solid 11 pages.
I started this as just a blurb while bored off my azz in a hotel room (and only slightly kicked-in-the-azz). Dave didn't think it would go the distance, and he has inadvertantly thrown fuel to the fire on numerous occaisions in this thread alone.
Oh, and the bacon crossover - not sure who to go back and thank for that one without looking, but it had to be Perl, Fund, or Chris...Dude!!or Bobcat may have been involved in that tangent also (I think Bobcat was more involved in the toilet stuff though - go with what you know).
This is cracking me up, but I'm also learning about some good food I need to try.
Heh, glassguru, I say, heh...



hey . . . dont try to stray off topic . . . now where were we . . . . .


Al Bundy and the Furgeson


(god help us all)
 
The mere mention of "toilet pranks" reminded me of my older brother, a former plumber. He told me once that he felt he was treated unfairly by management of a store where he had made a purchase. He said that he returned a couple days later and asked to use the bathroom, whereupon he pulled out the large wooden cap from an old bottle of English Leather and flushed it. Sort of. It managed to get wedged it nice and solid deep into the toilet -- far enough that you couldn't get it out. Since the store was small, it was the only pot they had. He left, and no doubt they discovered sometime later that it was inexplicably blocked, with no relief from a plunger. I guess he had some small measure of revenge when they had to call a plumber in to remove or replace the toilet.

I remember asking him how he would have known to do that. He said he had been called for repairs more than a few times for just this very reason, and after a couple of times, had taken a sledgehammer to an old toilet he had removed, to bust it up and see for himself what the problem was. Apparently those caps were the perfect shape and size for causing problems.

Guess it could happen by accident, too. Later, he said he would go into a house where there were some little kids, and where the family was reporting the same blockage problem. He'd go into the bathroom, see the bottle of Dad's aftershave with the cap missing, and start shaking his head....
 
The mere mention of "toilet pranks" reminded me of my older brother, a former plumber. He told me once that he felt he was treated unfairly by management of a store where he had made a purchase. He said that he returned a couple days later and asked to use the bathroom, whereupon he pulled out the large wooden cap from an old bottle of English Leather and flushed it. Sort of. It managed to get wedged it nice and solid deep into the toilet -- far enough that you couldn't get it out. Since the store was small, it was the only pot they had. He left, and no doubt they discovered sometime later that it was inexplicably blocked, with no relief from a plunger. I guess he had some small measure of revenge when they had to call a plumber in to remove or replace the toilet.

I remember asking him how he would have known to do that. He said he had been called for repairs more than a few times for just this very reason, and after a couple of times, had taken a sledgehammer to an old toilet he had removed, to bust it up and see for himself what the problem was. Apparently those caps were the perfect shape and size for causing problems.

Guess it could happen by accident, too. Later, he said he would go into a house where there were some little kids, and where the family was reporting the same blockage problem. He'd go into the bathroom, see the bottle of Dad's aftershave with the cap missing, and start shaking his head....


thats oldschool, my dad use to wear english leather!
 
This reminds me. When I was in school in PA, I lived in "The [Pitt] Rugby House" in Oakland. We conceived a plan to have a "Sh*t of the Week" contest that would involve polaroid photos of the most graphic and aggregious turds each of us laid during the week. At the end of the week, we'd vote on the "Sh*t of the Week".

Ultimately, the "Sh*ts of the Week" would contest for "Sh*t of the Month" and finally culminate in crowning the "Sh*t of the Year"...

Toot-toot! :D
 
This reminds me. When I was in school in PA, I lived in "The [Pitt] Rugby House" in Oakland. We conceived a plan to have a "Sh*t of the Week" contest that would involve polaroid photos of the most graphic and aggregious turds each of us laid during the week. At the end of the week, we'd vote on the "Sh*t of the Week".

Ultimately, the "Sh*ts of the Week" would contest for "Sh*t of the Month" and finally culminate in crowning the "Sh*t of the Year"...

Toot-toot! :D

that's hilarious! we do "man cards" where if you ***** out, you lose a man card. person who has the least amount of man cards at the end of the year is...well a *****!
 
All of yesterdays talk about bacon prompted me to go buy some. Its wrapped around deer backstrap and in the oven right now.
 
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