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| Pending stories (hidden) | 1 |
| Rejected stories (hidden) | 2 |
| Deleted stories (hidden) | 3 |
| Summary | Could Try Harder |
In the grotty little Northern town where I had the misfortune to attend primary school, I formed my dislike of public urinals.
The Toilet building was outside the main school - making it a favoured excuse for leaving the classroom - and was clearly developed some time after Norman the Conker had finished with Robin of Sherwood or something. It had a small open area at what I guess would be 4ft high or so, directly above the urinal trough.
This was vaguely reminiscent of the arrowslits in a Castle; something which was not lost on the minds of the older boys, and walking past the building too close became a piss-soaking lottery for the unaware.
However, this was nothing compared to the risks of going inside when a novice was making their first attempt at glory...
The Toilet building was outside the main school - making it a favoured excuse for leaving the classroom - and was clearly developed some time after Norman the Conker had finished with Robin of Sherwood or something. It had a small open area at what I guess would be 4ft high or so, directly above the urinal trough.
This was vaguely reminiscent of the arrowslits in a Castle; something which was not lost on the minds of the older boys, and walking past the building too close became a piss-soaking lottery for the unaware.
However, this was nothing compared to the risks of going inside when a novice was making their first attempt at glory...
Kevin Presley (an unfortunate boy who looked like Chunk from The Goonies and had to screw up his whole face to blink) was feeling particularly flatulent one day. Our Geography teacher, somewhat concerned with Kevin's wellbeing, took it upon himself to advise him, "Go to the toilet now, before you shit yourself!".