obviously jook needn’t retell swimming in shit, he can just copy paste it.
my old flatmate and i both used to drink cans of pepsi max. he had the incredibly upsetting quirk of chucking/tidying little bits of crumbs etc into the top of his can if he was finished with it, even if half full
inevitably, one day a year in i picked up what i thought was my can. took a swig. went oh no oh no oh no. spat. fucking big toenail m8s. still makes me want to hurl now. fucking deviant shitehead bastard.
what immediately springs to mind is going to use a bag to pick up my dog’s shit and half way through the scooping realising that i’ve ripped the bag and my hand gets smeared with warm dogshit
I fell into a big pile of donkey poo at a sanctuary on the Isle of Wight when I was a little kid and, apparently, caused the first big argument between my mum and my step-dad - he didn’t want to wade in to get me out in his new suede shoes
Mum had to buy me a whole new outfit.
Not me, but a friend was smoking a cigar at a party once and we were very shitfaced and he set it down on the step to run inside and grab a drink, came back out, picked up his cigar and just as he reached his lips realised he’d picked up a slug instead.
Ah yes. Also the grossest thing that has happened to me.
Was my first year of uni and there was this mini canteen in the music building. Took a pint of milk out of the open fridge and took a massive swig of… Curdled sour milk boke