Better out than in. Might help you concentrate better for the rest of the day.

Liq's neighbour walks his dog...

Spearmint Rhino wrote:

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Better out than in. Might help you concentrate better for the rest of the day.

That's what a friend of mine maintains. Personally, I could never knock one out at work - the atmosphere is hardly conducive and besides, it would just be ...wrong!

Depends where you work, I suppose.

Brings back memories of a kid in high school. He just seemed...weird. Then one day he was caught jerking off in the bathroom. He would ask for a bathroom pass in every class--not sure if he was rubbing one out each time he went in, but that was what everyone assumed. The bathrooms at my school were disgusting, also.

Technically, that's a very harsh sacking HoH. What were the specified grounds? He could've had a decent tribunal case if he wanted to, er, take it all the way as it were. Or was he just too ashamed to complain? (Not that I personally endorse work-based wanking of course)

I've relieved my sexual tension at work before both by myself and with someone else (in an old job, I hasten to add, I'm not involved in some torrid extramartial affair with a secretary).

And back at Uni, I hadn't seen my then girlfriend for about a month after holidays and my brother was staying in my room overnight, so we had a shag in one of the toilet cubicles, having to "down tools" temporarily when someone was using the other one.

But I haven't seen anyone else at it, although I've heard a fair few people through the walls of flats/halls of residence etc.

I still don't understand how someone could see into the cubicles of the toilets from another building. that must have been some serious stunt wanking.

Now there's a sport for the Olympics. None of this BMX rubbish.

A girl and I got caught in flagrante by a custodian once. He took it pretty well.

Eggchaser wrote:
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And back at Uni, I hadn't seen my then girlfriend for about a month after holidays and my brother was staying in my room overnight, so we had a shag in one of the toilet cubicles, having to "down tools" temporarily when someone was using the other one.quote]

I hope you realise how open to interpretation this sentence is?

Yeah....

From our old house on Heinekenplein we could see into pretty much every apartment in south Amsterdam - it was a voyeur's paradise.

The girl at number 84 opposite regularly posed around naked in her window. She had a wardrobe door with a full-length mirror on the inside which she used to open and admire herself in, so the effect was that she showed off both sides of herself at the same time. She used to stand and trim her pubic hair, before rubbing skin cream into every square inch of her body.

Four doors to the right of that apartment is O'Donnel's genuine Oirish pub experience b.v. Above which is a flat with a large picture window set into the roof. One night I watched the thirty-ish couple who lived there acting out a weird little ritual. The guy sat in a big armchair watching TV, whilst his wife who was dressed in black lingerie and stockings fetched and carried stuff for him on her hands and knees all evening. They didn't actually do the sex or anything, but she just sat at his feet all evening. Every now and then she would would crawl off and fetch something for him. Maybe she had lost a bet?

The other incident coincided with a visit to our house by OTF's very own Andy C. I went out early in the evening to walk Chujitsu-the-wonder-dog. I stopped to let him pee against a tree (Chuchjitsu, not Andy), and I happened to look up into the kitchen window of the flat opposite. And there I could see a man 'of North African appearance' as the police reports always say, enthusiastically sucking the breasts of a woman with died blonde hair. She in turn was absently stroking the back of his head, whilst a similar looking woman - who looked enough like the first woman to be her twin - stood staring off into space with a somewhat distracted manner. I told Paula and Andy when I got home, but they just looked at me with looks of extreme skepticism on their faces.

Yeah, my brain had decided to ignore eggchasers confession.

I was working in a dublin city centre bar, which had a downstairs toilet (as they all do) when a woman came up and said that I might want to check out the womens toilets as someone had stuck a coat across the bottom of the door.

Not wanting to be fishing a needle out of the jacks, and being the marginally less junior of the two people behind the bar I was meandered downstairs to make sure that nothing untoward was happening.

So I went down and knocked on the door of the bathroom, wandered in and knocked on the unbelievably suspicious looking door. "hello, are you alright in there." there came a muffled "yes. in a foreign accent". I thought this is a bit odd. you don't get many european smackheads here. "could you finish up please and come out." "ok"

So I retreated to the hall and waited for the person to finish up and come out, and I waited, and I waited, and eventually the door opened and out came the guy who had been sitting at the bar in front of me with a huge 'shit-eating' grin on his face. about a minute later, his mortified girlfriend emerged from the toilet.

I was absolutely stunned. I can't believe that anyone would engage in an act of "intimacy" in the toilets of the Stags head. I mean who shags in a loo with an ultraviolet light? By the time I made it upstairs They had gone.

Classy

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"hello, are you alright in there." there came a muffled "yes. in a foreign accent".

Ha ha ha.