Was listening in on a conference call and desperately needed a crap, so I put the phone on mute and nipped into the bathroom.
One explosively vigorous dump (with moans) later, and as I was washing my hands, I noticed that I had, in fact, not muted the line.
Oh well, luckily nobody knows who it was.
15 comments:
This is my post of the day, no question.
I am in fucking tears,,,,,
Let's hope none of them read your blog :-p
Washing your hands?
Are you a poof or something?
Not a video-call I hope?
PMSL
LMFAO!!!!!!!!!
:-)
Some years ago, I was waiting for a call back from someone very difficult to contact. The call arrives and then, within 30 seconds, my bowels decided that I needed a 'right-now-poo'! As luck would have it, I was working from home, alone alone in the house except for 'er-in-doors and also had a large plastic waste bin by my desk, which was dutifully emptied on the floor. Down came my trollies and out came cubic feet of shit (and some piss of course) there and then right in front of my desk. Christ what a relief! And all that while holding a conversation with an up market solicitor about buying shares in a company!
Oh yes, the wife rolled up with a cup of tea just in time for me to indicate to her that bog roll was required as soon as she could get that weird look off her face...
I was once in the middle of a phone call to a very difficult and argumentative relative of mine, when the call of nature overwhelmed me. Laying down the receiver on the telephone table, I tiptoed to the bathroom, relieved myself rather ecstatically and returned to pick up the receiver again. This particular relative hadn't even noticed I'd been gone and was still mid rant.
All we need now is for Korean news to pick up on this and show us the CGI version of these events.
Ah! Now we know who it was! We were blaming the wrong guy.
You weren't on the line to Kingbingo, I hope. RFLMFAO.
I so want your job. If I get you sacked will you help me with the interview?
Some of these stories are Wodehouse for the 21st Century.
Surely you all should know that is is now termed "doing an Iain Dale", after an event on 18 Doughty St when a certain person left their mic on while they went out for an emergency evac...
Dear Mr Clown.
Thank you for brightening an otherwise dull and damp Friday. I will now clean the remains of my lunch from my keyboard whence it shot when I read this piece. Bravo sir!
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