I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can
you help me pray”
“Where are you ringing
from Mrs. Brown”?
I of course replied
“from the waist down”
I phoned the incontinence help line today
“I’m Mrs. Brown, can
you help me pray”
“Where are you ringing
from Mrs. Brown”?
I of course replied
“from the waist down”
“I wish to complain” the woman growled
The manager said, “How
can I help you”?
“There is a puddle on
the bathroom floor
What are you going to
do?”
The manager with a
smile replied
“I’ll have the maid
mop it up for you,
And if it’s any
consolation, I have three sons
And there’s always a
puddle in our loo”
Why do men whistle?
Chirrup chirp and cheep
When they are sitting
On the toilet seat
They seem to whistle through
Every strain and gripe
Does it help them remember?
Which end they need to wipe
“Everything happens for a reason”
Not a very appropriate old refrain
When you think you’re going to fart
And you follow through on the train
At my advanced age I find
I am surprised by something
The presence of public toilets
Are worryingly comforting
The first sign is forgetting names
And that really makes you frown
Then you forget to pull your flies up
Finally, you forget to pull it down
Every morning like clockwork
I
have a healthy bowel movement
At
6 o’clock without exception, but
I
don’t wake until well after the event
I know this to be true
In
the early morning gloom
No
child will ever
Throw
up in the bathroom
Why in this modern world of computerisation
After thousands of years of advanced civilization
We haven’t shown any significant improvement
In the effective disposal of human excrement
When women break wind
The
smell isn’t offensive to noses
Their
farts smell more, they claim
Of
lavender or roses
Next time you’re in a public toilet
There
is a trick that you might try
Wait
until you have a crowd and drop
A
marble saying "oh shit! My glass eye!"
To clear the men’s lavatory
Two
words will do the trick
Just
walk slowly and look
I was relieving myself
In
the middle receptacle
When
I heard a voice say
From
the left-hand cubicle
"Damn,
this water's cold."
And
from the right cubicle
I
heard another voice say
“Yes,
and its deep as well”
It's Great to Be a Man when
We
are in need of refreshment
Because
we never have to drive
To
another service establishment
Because
the toilets at the last one
Smelt
just a little bit unpleasant
Instructions printed on toilet paper
Is really the daftest caper
But reading the instructions
Is
an even dafter aberration
And
then when you’re reading
You
find that you’re actually learning
But
the daftest one of them all
Is
when you suddenly feel small
And
you realize that all along
You
have been doing something wrong
The instructions
On my new stick deodorant read
Remove cap
And push up bottom. It said
I complied with the instructions
And it made my eyes water
I had difficulty walking
I had to grip my buttocks taughter
But when I had to fart
I did so quite softly
And noticed at once
That the room smelt lovely
Oh dear what can the matter be
Three old ladies locked in the lavatory
And it all happened last Saturday
And nobody knew they were there
The first old lady was totally batty
And she was in there each Saturday
As I say she was really quite batty
And nobody cared she was there
The second old lady said sweetly
“I’m no lady oh how you flatter me”
I’ve not been here before on a Saturday
And we were surprised she was there
The third old lady was an anomaly
He was a man called Ian from Battersea
He didn’t even know it was Saturday
And didn’t know why he was there
Watch the Absentminded man
When
your need to visit the gents
Because
he will unzip his jacket
Take
out his tie and pee in his pants
Beware the Cross-eyed man in the gents
Because
if he looks at the left-hand urinal
He
will urinate in the centre one instead