I used to go to this AWESOME Goth club called the Proscenium. It was a rather small club with two floors, wooded floor boards, mirror ball, CO2 'smoke' Brit pop etc.. fucking loved it. Enzo owned it, his brother Tony worked behind the bar and once I needed a pipe to smoke some weed and so walked to the bar and asked Tony if he had a pipe I could borrow, he did. I walked back to a round black table on a small stage, the DJ saw what I was about to do and let the CO2 smoke me out as I lit up..
..anyway, that's not the funny part and I am certain most people on the forum won't find my story particularly amusing.
I always parked in the same multi-storey car park about 50m from the venue and occasionally if I was particularly drunk would sleep it off in my car. So this one night I awoke with a terrible need to poo. I jumped out of my car and thought 'oh shit..shit, shit..'
I walked to the exit door, on about the 3rd floor stairwell and thought this is where I am going to shit (no choice in the
matter), but noticed a discarded newspaper. As one that has worked in every kind of SHIT job, I contemplated the poor soul that would have to deal with my emergency evacuation of excrement, so I laid out some sheets of newspaper, dropped my pants and did a poo...
When I stood up and looked down upon my offence I was AMAZED!
The poo was precisely the shape of the question mark in the cover of Jesus Jones album (one of my favourites) DOUBT...even with the little dropping at the bottom..
U C ?
Atto shits question marks..
DO_U_BT?
(BT is my true initials - for the uninitiated)
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