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Originally Posted by LeatherTrumpet

Once, on the night before a ski trip, my uni friend and I eat pickled eggs all night in town and at midnight we dined on sprouts on toast back at the flat. We got up the next day at 6 and drove to Glenshee with my pal who hated farting and was somewhat squeamish. The combination of lots of drink, eggs and sprouts resulted, as planned, in a horrific bowel situation. The culmination was that my driving friend had to stop the car in a howling blizzard to be sick at the side of the car due to the putrid stench.

I dont think I have laughed so much since..



true story

disgusting