Thread: Woman on toilet attacked by rat

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A disabled woman in Deptford was horrified after being bitten by a rat which came up through her toilet while she was sitting on it.

She said: "You don't expect to sit down to spend a penny and be bitten by a rat.

LOL! Anglo, is that the English's way of saying "sit down to take a shit"?

If that's the case, I've been known to sit & spend a silver dollar or two.

"singersp" wrote:

She said: "You don't expect to sit down to spend a penny and be bitten by a rat.

LOL! Anglo, is that the English's way of saying "sit down to take a shit"?

If that's the case, I've been known to sit & spend a silver dollar or two.

LMAO

"singersp" wrote:

She said: "You don't expect to sit down to spend a penny and be bitten by a rat.

LOL! Anglo, is that the English's way of saying "sit down to take a pooh"?

If that's the case, I've been known to sit & spend a silver dollar or two.

yep thats about it. People often refer to going to 'spend a penny' when a visit to the loo is in order... that applies on whether you want to have a No.1 or a No.2 ...
;D

The comments in the article are the best. Read them!

"marstc09" wrote:

The comments in the article are the best. Read them!

LOL! They have some newer ones.........

Posted by: Martin, london on 9:50am Thu 20 Mar 08

The poor rat! Imagine turning the u-bend into that!

He was probably just trying to crawl into her rats nest.

:P

When I was a kid I always had a fear of a snake coming out of the toilet and biting my ass as I was taking a duke.
I hope this doesn't bring those fears back to the surface the next time I'm on the can.

Think of how hard it would be to sit on the toilet again after that!

So what! Big deal. That's far from news worthy where I live.
Gotta step out the door and get sprayed by a skunk, have your dogs and cats mauled by a cougar, daughters boyfriend passed out on the front porch with his kill christ tattoo dripping festering puss and him passing flatus, killer bees from south america migrating north and swarming and dive bombing you as you make a run for your car, spill your hot coffee on your crotch when you hit a pot hole the bottom of which meets the roof of hell, just before you hit a deer that comes through your windshield and kicks the crap out of you like in Tommy Boy.To top the whole wretched thing off, you can only get two channels on your radio and one is Rush Limbaugh and the other is a speech by Hillary Clinton.
The worst thing about it is the only place you have to go in life is work. Yes work. Where some guy who still uses brylcream in his hair and drives a friggin Mercedes because you allow him to exploit you, despite the fact you knew more than he knows now before you were even three years old, somehow ends up being your boss.
And you pray that you don't quite beat the train or maybe miss the curve and roll it in the ditch on your way in this morning just to get a day off!
But then you come to your senses and remember. Hey I'm a Vikings fan!
There is hope ...........isn't there?
Oh what the hell.
I doubt a rat biting me on the asss would even be noticed.

"jargomcfargo" wrote:

So what! Big deal. That's far from news worthy where I live.
Gotta step out the door and get sprayed by a skunk, have your dogs and cats mauled by a cougar, daughters boyfriend passed out on the front porch with his kill christ tattoo dripping festering puss and him passing flatus, killer bees from south america migrating north and swarming and dive bombing you as you make a run for your car, spill your hot coffee on your crotch when you hit a pot hole the bottom of which meets the roof of hell, just before you hit a deer that comes through your windshield and kicks the crap out of you like in Tommy Boy.To top the whole wretched thing off, you can only get two channels on your radio and one is Rush Limbaugh and the other is a speech by Hillary Clinton.
The worst thing about it is the only place you have to go in life is work. Yes work. Where some guy who still uses brylcream in his hair and drives a friggin Mercedes because you allow him to exploit you, despite the fact you knew more than he knows now before you were even three years old, somehow ends up being your boss.
And you pray that you don't quite beat the train or maybe miss the curve and roll it in the ditch on your way in this morning just to get a day off!
But then you come to your senses and remember. Hey I'm a Vikings fan!
There is hope ...........isn't there?
Oh what the hell.
I doubt a rat biting me on the asss would even be noticed.

When I have days like that, I remind myself that I have a really big penis & all is good.