The Portaloo Massacre
Breakfast was a full English, two cans of Monster, and a bacon bap for the road. Felt like a king… until the concrete pump kicked in and so did my guts.
Made a sprint for the portaloo like it was the 100m final. Got inside, dropped the tool belt, and sat down just in time. Sweet relief… until I realised two things:
No bog roll.
The door latch didn’t work.
Guess who bursts in mid-battle? Big Dave, camera out, cackling like a hyena. That video’s now on three WhatsApp groups and I’m officially The Brown Layer.
Example story, its rubbish, I am sure you can do better.
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