Not climbing related at all, but YYFY nonethelss.
While working, I take great pleasure in giving silly excercises to my class and going to take a d**p, getting back in class pretending I've been searching for a book.
Anyway, the only problem is that being Italian I'm used to using a bidet after the main business. There's none in the school bathrooms, so I have to use baby wipes, which are nice and soft and allow me to tuch my ass without feeling strange.
Today I ran out of baby wipes.
Before crying out in despair, I had the best idea of my life: I washed my hands, with lots of soap, then without rinseing the soap off, I dried them with a paper towel, which immediately became wet, soft and soapy. The perfect baby-man wipe.
And I am happy.
I was down on the Aberdeen coast the other day tackling a much-needed pre-climbing dump. :shit:
There was a secluded niche well away from the crag to go in, but no grass, seaweed, moss nor anything available. :unsure:
I had to do pretty much what Nibile did. Except swap "water" for "sea water" and without any soap....or paper towels. :blink:
I was down on the Aberdeen coast the other day tackling a much-needed pre-climbing dump. :shit:
There was a secluded niche well away from the crag to go in, but no grass, seaweed, moss nor anything available. :unsure:
I had to do pretty much what Nibile did. Except swap "water" for "sea water" and without any soap....or paper towels. :blink:
A few months ago I was DWSing in Oman with a boat load of climbers, of which a significant proportion DFBs. Most people were either trying routes on the seaward face of a small stack or treading water underneath. I was hit by an urgent need to shit and was short of options so performed a very minimalist dump, as you describe, in a hidden spot behing the stack. After that, I thought little more about it until about an hour later when there were various simultaneous shrieks of horror. It seemed that my turd had quietly drifted around the stack on some malicious current and appeared directly amidst the climbers. I fessed up later, though only only selectively. I do recall that it was an unusually neat and well-formed turd, of which anyone would be proud, which eased my embarrassment a bit ...
Yeah it was starting clogg things up
A few months ago I was DWSing in Oman with a boat load of climbers, of which a significant proportion DFBs. Most people were either trying routes on the seaward face of a small stack or treading water underneath. I was hit by an urgent need to shit and was short of options so performed a very minimalist dump, as you describe, in a hidden spot behing the stack. After that, I thought little more about it until about an hour later when there were various simultaneous shrieks of horror. It seemed that my turd had quietly drifted around the stack on some malicious current and appeared directly amidst the climbers. I fessed up later, though only only selectively. I do recall that it was an unusually neat and well-formed turd, of which anyone would be proud, which eased my embarrassment a bit ...
I was down on the Aberdeen coast the other day tackling a much-needed pre-climbing dump. :shit:
There was a secluded niche well away from the crag to go in, but no grass, seaweed, moss nor anything available. :unsure:
Marcus, are you safe?
Erm, no, I've not placed any decent pro since since that shonky cam 10m back.
Well, hold on, I.....erm....have to tie you off for a second.
I'm on smears and there's no hand holds!
Ok, you're tied off, don't move.
WHAT WAS THAT?
Flfffplplhphggghhrhrhr!
What are you up to down there?
Ok, you're on belay again!
What?
Just finish the pitch!
Oh, shit. Someone's coming up The Long Reach. Erm. WhatthefuckdoIdonow??