And my mate was 'took short' thanks to the choppy sea. He ran into the bogs and five minutes later he appeared with a big smile on his face. "You have GOT to see this" he said as he led us all into the bogs.
Now, my mate swears it wasn't him, but imagine taking a bucket of diarrhea, sticking a blasting cap on the underside hitting the detonate button. The cubicle had shit on the walls, shit on the cistern, shit on the floor, the seat, the bowl, the door - shit everywhere.
Some poor sod had seriously had their back doors kicked in that day.
And to this day I have no idea why I didn't take a picture and submit it to ratemypoo.com.
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