For Sale: Foffa Single Speed Custom-built bicycle

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My mate Denny once needed a shit.
The only thing was, he was in a room full of blokes all crashed out and he couldn't get to the door.
He'd already had a crafty wank in a hiking sock belonging to the guy who's room it was, so he thought he use the other sock for something else - shame to waste it.
With some difficulty and stifled giggling, he managed to crimp one off into the sock, holding it open over his arsehole.
He opened the window but realised there was a glass roof below, so to clear that and hit the bushes beyond he had to give the sock a really good heave. He wanged it, and the sock sailed into the distance, never to be seen again.
Denny went to sleep.
Next morning there was something of a wild rumpus in the room.
Denny opened his eyes, and saw a thin line of shit running up the far wall, across the ceiling and over the window.
The sock had had a hole in it.
The pressure of the fling had resulted in a 'dirty icing bag' effect on the shit in the sock.
He'd piped crap all over the room.
Everybody's sleeping bags had little speckles of Denny shit on them.
He was forced to flee.
Giggling.

Repped. I've just had to leave the office as I was laughing so hard I was making a right tit of myself.