Back in the 90's I was working in London with a few of my mates, we were having a couple of after work pints in a pub, down by Warwick Gardens, the Radnor Arms I think it was called. Anyway, my mate nips to the crapper and returns ten minutes later, on his way past the bar he points out to the barman that there is no sh*t roll in the bog, he sits back down not too happy about the situation, before I could say anything he put his feet back up on the stool in front of him and I noticed he was only wearing one sock. I've never laughed so much in my life.
So my advice is always pack and extra pair of socks.
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