A friend of mine once told me a terrible tale, she had been invited by a young man for a night of passion and accepted. Come the morning she felt the need to vanquish a log and after a crueling battle succeeded. Her companion had left her alone to go to work and expected her to see herself out. To her horror my friend discovered that the toilet was blocked and resourcefully tended to the blockage with the aid of a plastic bag, into which the evidence was deposited. She emerged from the bathroom with the evidence and wrote a note to her companion: ''Thanks for last night x'' which she left for him on his table. After closing the door behind her, she realized that the demonic bag of shit remmained, and unable to infiltrate and retreive she fled the scene. It was a shame that they attened the same university campus.

The moral of the tale is that you take your shit with you, wherever you go.....