10-30-2014, 06:22 PM
I just headed to the toilet at Schipol airport.
Since I wanted to; well how should I phrase it, pop a number 2. I naturally selected a crapper that had the green lock thingie showing. Since sharing a cubicle is reserved for weirdos and motor way services late at night.
Unfortunately I opened the door and there before me sat a fart arsed ( I presumed since at that moment his butt was pointed in the porcelain, however he looked a chunky chinky) Chinese numpty in the full throes of clearly his big push. WTF is wrong with these people. Like I really wanted to see him pinching a loaf trying to get rid of his 2nd hand egg foo young.
That sight will haunt me for weeks, I might need more wine to get over it.
Since I wanted to; well how should I phrase it, pop a number 2. I naturally selected a crapper that had the green lock thingie showing. Since sharing a cubicle is reserved for weirdos and motor way services late at night.
Unfortunately I opened the door and there before me sat a fart arsed ( I presumed since at that moment his butt was pointed in the porcelain, however he looked a chunky chinky) Chinese numpty in the full throes of clearly his big push. WTF is wrong with these people. Like I really wanted to see him pinching a loaf trying to get rid of his 2nd hand egg foo young.
That sight will haunt me for weeks, I might need more wine to get over it.
