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I was visiting a friends parents over in what used to be the DDR and they told me a story about the building up the road from them. Apparently when the Russians came they decided to use it as a barracks but had a slight problem with the toilets. They had never seen them before and thought that they were in fact potato peelers so they filled them with potatoes, pulled the chain and nothing happened...
Makes you wonder why NATO bothered preparing for invasion. If you'd just left a load of western bogs on the border it would keep them occupied for weeks.
I was visiting a friends parents over in what used to be the DDR and they told me a story about the building up the road from them. Apparently when the Russians came they decided to use it as a barracks but had a slight problem with the toilets. They had never seen them before and thought that they were in fact potato peelers so they filled them with potatoes, pulled the chain and nothing happened...
I begin to wonder quite what the esteemed customers get up to in the traps.
I had to replace my WC toilet seat today that my drunken mate broke at the weekend. He works on a building site so that goes halfway in explanation.
At the same time he also returned an amp I lent him 5 years ago and just noticed he had not returned the plug I also lent him. I even went to the trouble of attaching the plug to the amp with a bit of wire so he knew to bring it back at the same time.
This was a girl I was not going to introduce to my parents.
Known a few of those, eventually ended up living with a bovver booted platinum blonde punk girl who got on, and still gets on very well indeed with my parents. Better than I do.
Back in ancient history I had a spell working at an assembly factory in a small town in Derbyshire. No migrant workers, no Bobs, not even any Celtic cousins. All locals.
But someone still went around smashing toilet seats.
At the time I assumed it was Derbyshire folk who couldn't cope with the toilet seat.
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