mod-karen79
rainbows holiday buddy :)
sphincter! teeheheheheheeee! i don't know why but that word makes me laugh every time!
………….and Xenical held me to ‘ransom’.
On the way home I got an urgent urge to go to the toilet. It was a case of - I need to go………oops some has come out!!
By the time I drove on to the estate I knew that I had had a little accident in my pale coloured skirt.
Imagine my horror when I swung onto the drive only to discover my daughter and friends sitting on the grass chatting!!
Pouring with sweat from desperately trying to control my sphincter I suggested that she went inside with her friends thinking I will be then able to nip upstairs use the toilet and get changed without them noticing the orange greasy stain on the back of my skirt.
……..they weren’t for shifting. I sat grimacing pretending to be on the phone, messing with the CD player and still trying to keep the erupting volcano in!!
Eventually I was forced to say that I would treat them all to a Mc D’s, which is within walking distance, if they left NOW (all said in a very high pitched voice). Luckily it worked ……………………….
Aislinn x
I know you have to ask the doctor for it but what do you say I mean what reasons do you give for wanting to go on it?
Oh no, please tell us more!Lol!! I’ll stop the terrible tales now………..but I do have many more – all in the bid to be slim!!!
Aislinn x
See now Taz I feel like I am going into confession!Oh no, please tell us more!
See now Taz I feel like I am going into confession!
…………..Xenical made me stand back when I knew someone else had taken my blame.
Whilst visiting a client (Ms Smith) I needed a wee – which was fine as I’d known her a while. Anyway even though I tried my hardest to stop – some poo and the orange stuff slipped out.
I was horrified in my books a number two in a clients toilet is a no no. I desperately tried to clean the bowl with toilet paper (I didn’t want to stain the brush). The toilet was in a room by itself with no toilet cleaner available the sink held a tablet of soap, my bag and bottle of detergent was in the lounge…….and time was ticking away.
I eventually flushed with my eyes closed praying that everything would be swept away. I slowly opened them again only to find that the orange greasy scum was swirling around the bowel and settling back over the surface of the water - $**%!!
Now I had that dilemma do I flush again – then Ms Smith would know that there was something other than a wee in her toilet OR do I step away??
I cowardly chose the latter wash my hands and went back downstairs.
About half an hour later Ms Smith excuses herself and says that she is nipping to the toilet. I went cold……..then hot ………then cold.
She dashed up the stairs I heard the toilet door close then heard her shriek ‘Johnny what the $**%ing hell have you put down me toilet? You know I’ve got the social downstairs!!’ This was closely followed by what I took to be a slap with Ms Smith shouting ‘get in your $**%ing room and stay there!’
Ms Smith stormed through the lounge into the kitchen and rushed back through clutching a bottle of toilet cleaner muttering that the toilet is covered in orange stuff and now it’s all over the brush. The best I could say was ‘don’t be too hard on him, boys will be boys’.
I quickly concluded my visit and left. As I got into my car I looked up at the window and waved guiltily at Johnny knowing that he would indeed be grounded all day………………….all down to Xenical
Aislinn x
* The names have been changed to protect identity AND the innocent!! *