There`s nothing quite like the fragrance of......

[turnpin]

Slow running urinal`s ...had to clean out two today both trap`s and pipework choked up to the hilt glad that`s over ..have srubbed up all day long but "fragrance" is still haunting me regards turnpin:annoyed:

 

[Rickster123]

Slow running urinal`s ...had to clean out two today both trap`s and pipework choked up to the hilt glad that`s over ..have srubbed up all day long but "fragrance" is still haunting me regards turnpin:annoyed:

I couldn't think of anything worse! I was called out to a blocked urinal once when I was employed years ago. That was my last week! Refused it on the grounds I was heaving!

 

[plumber0808]

I only have to think of that smell and it turns my stomach.

Have a soak in a bath full of swarfega and lemons

 

[lame plumber]

battery acid and walk away for 5 mins and flush, removes kidney stones and all the other garbage easily, however, not the reccommended hse method

 

[tamz]

One of those jobs where you need a boy with you. They've got to learn to work without breathing :lol:

 

[helpsy]

There's nothing quite like the smell of hard cash ! Lol

 

[lame plumber]

One of those jobs where you need a boy with you. They've got to learn to work without breathing :lol:

tamz old son, its girls you want to be able to work without breathing, or is it coz boys up your way wear skirts? (only said in the best possible taste)

 

[Dotty]

Last Thursday I had 2 blocked urinals. Cleaned one trap with one hand while holding a sandwich in the other.

Commercial eh? Seperates the men from the weak stomached boys!

 

[Richie_77]

This has to be the worst job going wee trumps poo every time

 

[lame plumber]

Got called to look at a leak last month. Flexi on cistern peeing out water, informed the lady custard that the wc in general needed cleaning for me to go near it and I was free in a few days time, she never called me to book me in, thank god, the whole wc was encrusted in yellow and the ammonia made your eyes water. some youve just got to let croppie have

 

[Richie_77]

Ever heard the story about the girl who sleeps with this dude and ends up getting some weird, flesh-eating disease that the doctor tells her can only be contracted through sex with a corpse?

Every once in a while you hear a story of human sexual deviance so extremely left of centre that it literally blows your mind. It’s even more disturbing when you're there at the source, and can see the corroborating evidence for yourself.

One of my best mates from Southend is the manager of a chain pub in Central London.

A few weeks ago, he's standing behind the bar when a guy comes up to him looking rather concerned.

– “Listen mate, this is gonna sound totally insane, but I’ve just gone for a **** in the urinal and I could’ve sworn I saw an eyeball looking up from the hole.”

– “I'm sorry?” my mate replies.

– “Not just an eyeball, but like, an eyebrow as well. And the eye was looking around.”

So the guy convinces him to let them have a look to put his mind at ease.

They both go to the toilets to check on the two adjoining rooms. As they go through the first door, they discover that the place is pretty much flooded with urine. My mate comments to the guy that obviously this is not usual.

Things get stranger still when they get to the door to the second back room, which is a fire exit and should be unlocked – it isn’t.

My friend gets his keys out to unlock the door, and as he begins doing so, a frantic scuffle begins behind the door.

As he attempts to push it open, the handle is ripped out of his hand and a dude comes charging out of the room, soaked head to toe in ****.

He charges both my friend and the customer (who are too shocked to react) out of the way, screaming, “I didn’t do anything!” as he goes.

By the time they regain their sense of reality, the guy has made his escape, leaving them to assess the scene of abject depravity he's left in his wake.

The plumbing for the urinal had been carefully removed and put to one side, leaving a hole in the masonry big enough for a head and shoulders to squeeze in. Tissue paper had been laid on the exposed brick-work to provide a comfortable head rest for what seemed to be a lengthy session of being ****ed on. By men. In secret. In a pub belonging to pretty much the biggest pub chain in Britain. Oh, and did I mention the snorkel?

The police are called. Forensics scour the scene but no fingerprints can be found owing to the copious amounts of wee on every single surface.

I was told this story whilst incredibly stoned. I was utterly incredulous. I was even more incredulous when he showed me pictures of this makeshift **** dungeon on his phone, taken moments after the incident.

He said he was pretty disturbed by the fact that he had seen this utterly normal-looking middle-aged man at his lowest ebb. He had obviously done a recce on the place and put a fair amount of planning into finding, and locking himself into this room. All without arousing the suspicions of staff or punters before it was way too late.

There you go, then. Next time you go for a pee in a urinal, or anywhere for that matter, just remember that someone could be mere feet away bathing in your waste fluids.

 

[Richie_77]

My vote is to find this bloke you wouldn't even have to pay him

 

[stoker122]

Ever heard the story about the girl who sleeps with this dude and ends up getting some weird, flesh-eating disease that the doctor tells her can only be contracted through sex with a corpse?

Every once in a while you hear a story of human sexual deviance so extremely left of centre that it literally blows your mind. It’s even more disturbing when you're there at the source, and can see the corroborating evidence for yourself.

One of my best mates from Southend is the manager of a chain pub in Central London.

A few weeks ago, he's standing behind the bar when a guy comes up to him looking rather concerned.

– “Listen mate, this is gonna sound totally insane, but I’ve just gone for a **** in the urinal and I could’ve sworn I saw an eyeball looking up from the hole.”

– “I'm sorry?” my mate replies.

– “Not just an eyeball, but like, an eyebrow as well. And the eye was looking around.”

So the guy convinces him to let them have a look to put his mind at ease.

They both go to the toilets to check on the two adjoining rooms. As they go through the first door, they discover that the place is pretty much flooded with urine. My mate comments to the guy that obviously this is not usual.

Things get stranger still when they get to the door to the second back room, which is a fire exit and should be unlocked – it isn’t.

My friend gets his keys out to unlock the door, and as he begins doing so, a frantic scuffle begins behind the door.

As he attempts to push it open, the handle is ripped out of his hand and a dude comes charging out of the room, soaked head to toe in ****.

He charges both my friend and the customer (who are too shocked to react) out of the way, screaming, “I didn’t do anything!” as he goes.

By the time they regain their sense of reality, the guy has made his escape, leaving them to assess the scene of abject depravity he's left in his wake.

The plumbing for the urinal had been carefully removed and put to one side, leaving a hole in the masonry big enough for a head and shoulders to squeeze in. Tissue paper had been laid on the exposed brick-work to provide a comfortable head rest for what seemed to be a lengthy session of being ****ed on. By men. In secret. In a pub belonging to pretty much the biggest pub chain in Britain. Oh, and did I mention the snorkel?

The police are called. Forensics scour the scene but no fingerprints can be found owing to the copious amounts of wee on every single surface.

I was told this story whilst incredibly stoned. I was utterly incredulous. I was even more incredulous when he showed me pictures of this makeshift **** dungeon on his phone, taken moments after the incident.

He said he was pretty disturbed by the fact that he had seen this utterly normal-looking middle-aged man at his lowest ebb. He had obviously done a recce on the place and put a fair amount of planning into finding, and locking himself into this room. All without arousing the suspicions of staff or punters before it was way too late.

There you go, then. Next time you go for a pee in a urinal, or anywhere for that matter, just remember that someone could be mere feet away bathing in your waste fluids.

Eeeuuuuuwwww!
Is all I could think

 

[Masood]

Ever heard the story about the girl who sleeps with this dude and ends up getting some weird, flesh-eating disease that the doctor tells her can only be contracted through sex with a corpse?

Every once in a while you hear a story of human sexual deviance so extremely left of centre that it literally blows your mind. It’s even more disturbing when you're there at the source, and can see the corroborating evidence for yourself.

One of my best mates from Southend is the manager of a chain pub in Central London.

A few weeks ago, he's standing behind the bar when a guy comes up to him looking rather concerned.

– “Listen mate, this is gonna sound totally insane, but I’ve just gone for a **** in the urinal and I could’ve sworn I saw an eyeball looking up from the hole.”

– “I'm sorry?” my mate replies.

– “Not just an eyeball, but like, an eyebrow as well. And the eye was looking around.”

So the guy convinces him to let them have a look to put his mind at ease.

They both go to the toilets to check on the two adjoining rooms. As they go through the first door, they discover that the place is pretty much flooded with urine. My mate comments to the guy that obviously this is not usual.


Things get stranger still when they get to the door to the second back room, which is a fire exit and should be unlocked – it isn’t.

My friend gets his keys out to unlock the door, and as he begins doing so, a frantic scuffle begins behind the door.

As he attempts to push it open, the handle is ripped out of his hand and a dude comes charging out of the room, soaked head to toe in ****.

He charges both my friend and the customer (who are too shocked to react) out of the way, screaming, “I didn’t do anything!” as he goes.

By the time they regain their sense of reality, the guy has made his escape, leaving them to assess the scene of abject depravity he's left in his wake.


The plumbing for the urinal had been carefully removed and put to one side, leaving a hole in the masonry big enough for a head and shoulders to squeeze in. Tissue paper had been laid on the exposed brick-work to provide a comfortable head rest for what seemed to be a lengthy session of being ****ed on. By men. In secret. In a pub belonging to pretty much the biggest pub chain in Britain. Oh, and did I mention the snorkel?

The police are called. Forensics scour the scene but no fingerprints can be found owing to the copious amounts of wee on every single surface.


I was told this story whilst incredibly stoned. I was utterly incredulous. I was even more incredulous when he showed me pictures of this makeshift **** dungeon on his phone, taken moments after the incident.

He said he was pretty disturbed by the fact that he had seen this utterly normal-looking middle-aged man at his lowest ebb. He had obviously done a recce on the place and put a fair amount of planning into finding, and locking himself into this room. All without arousing the suspicions of staff or punters before it was way too late.

There you go, then. Next time you go for a pee in a urinal, or anywhere for that matter, just remember that someone could be mere feet away bathing in your waste fluids.

What the $%^&*(?????????


There are some seriously sick people out there...

 

[Reg Man]

I am actually lost for words.

 

[Kev the gas]

I am actually lost for words.

Me as well, tho you read so much bulls..t on forums these days.

But this one sounds so sick it prob is real, some really sad/sick people around.

 

[jim fennessey]

oh jesus mary n joseph must of been some sycho i think i will give the plumbing a miss lol

 

[zzzjim]

Re Urinal warmth ... Humans , highly adaptable ( sadly goes in the wrong direction at times )

Weird smell today , New kettle - smelt of bad egg , sulphur / rubber .

All I wanted was a nice cup of tea !

 

[helpsy]

Last Thursday I had 2 blocked urinals. Cleaned one trap with one hand while holding a sandwich in the other.

Commercial eh? Seperates the men from the weak stomached boys!

I used to work building and modifying sewage works. We'd be shovelling out the tanks with a vac tanker all the brown stuff and then peas,sweet corn and rice that doesn't look any different when passed through the body then we'd go and have a break for lunch....you just switch off and don't even think about it tbh.