Originally posted by ursus arctos
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We had a macerator - as it was called in our house - and, once, Ray came home from the pub pissed and left a quite neat pile of vomit on the carpet at the bottom of his bed in the room we shared - we were both in our teens. I came in later and, on seeing this and panicking, got a load of toilet paper to wipe it up and managed to block both toilets in our flat. There was still some left so, being a little pissed myself, I came up with the genius idea of putting the rest of the vomit and toilet paper down the macerator. A hungover Ray woke up the next morning to hear an almost equally hungover me getting a clip around the ear and a bollocking from our father for blocking up the macerator.
A mixture of vomit, toilet paper and carpet is not a smell that gladdens my heart.
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