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I thought I'd gone to heaven on Saturday, after I'd been bursting for the toilet and finally got to one. For a few seconds I submit I was amongst the happiest people on the planet.
You may have invented something better than the asphyxy-wink.
I thought I'd gone to heaven on Saturday, after I'd been bursting for the toilet and finally got to one. For a few seconds I submit I was amongst the happiest people on the planet.
Initially I thought a toilet was a bit of an odd place to die, but I suppose if someone is feeling poorly they might well head for the toilet. What a place to die. Was he there all night?
Initially I thought a toilet was a bit of an odd place to die, but I suppose if someone is feeling poorly they might well head for the toilet. What a place to die. Was he there all night?
It will probably be something dull like cocaine. I liked the proper Tories who used to auto-asphyxiate on a poppers soaked orange wearing ladies' underwear.
Aye, that was proper scandal. Not like today where some Corrie star gets nicked on a drink-driving charge.
And while we are on the subject - whatever happend to cross-dressing, wife-swapping members of the clergy?
Test Mangler will pipe in this thread in a minute. His wife once voted Tory and a friend once went to Glastonbury. This of course makes TM an authority on this subject.
It will probably be something dull like cocaine. I liked the proper Tories who used to auto-asphyxiate on a poppers soaked orange wearing ladies' underwear.
The contents of those portable loos can be quite a shock to the system - undigested turds rearing their forked tongue heads out of the bowl like a Syrian snake charmer's tourist trap.
However, it's likely to be a drug fuelled heart attack. Or just a heart attack bought about seeing all those young ladies in their skimpy clothes waggling their breasticles around.
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