| Mr. Charlie |
10-21-2013 12:05 PM |
My dream toilet would be clean. That's all I ask.
I've shat in some terrible places on my travels. I remember when crossing over from Israel into Sinai (Egypt) I needed a s**t really badly. It took a while for the authorities to grant us access but when they finally let us cross I ran to the toilets on the Egyptian side of the border point only to find the bathroom was covered in s**t. There was s**t on the floor, s**t on the walls, s**t on the mirrors, s**t on the doors, in the sinks, it was everywhere, it was disgusting and it stank and it made me wretch just being in there. So I left without s**tting. I could go on but to cut a long story short, for various reasons I didn't get to s**t the whole time we were in the Sinai peninsula and when I got back to Israel (3 days later) I had the most wonderful s**t. It was massive, almost black in colour and incredibly dense, and I've never appreciated a clean toilet as much in my life.
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