Just remembered this one.
Once when camping in Poland, I was at this campsite who'se only toilet was a wooden plank with a hole that you sat on. Underneath the hole was a ditch. The idea was that when you had finished, you burried your 'output'. If the part of the ditch underneath the plank-hole became too full, you'd just move the plank so the hole was over another part of the ditch.

As you'd immagine, this toilet only used trees with loose branches stuffed between them for modesty, and had no water of any kind, so if you wanted to wash your hands, you'd have to find some water elsewhere.

Anyway, on one such occasion when I was looking for somewhere to wash my hands, one of the guys from the camp introduces me to someone who'se just arrived. It was at this point where a handshake is in order, but did not have the heart to tell anyone that all that had separated my hand and my chocolate starfish just moments ago was a flimsy sheet of toilet-paper. Should I mention this and wash my hands and postpone the handshake? Alas, I didn't have the heart to briefly give anyone the impression that I didn't want to shake their hand, so just shook the other person's hand. In my defense, he'd never know where it had just been, and the structural integrity of the toplet-paper had not been compromised, so I just forgot about it and nothing was said.
( mistaspakkaman and the inedible shifting caterpillars, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 14:48, 3 replies)

Nice work,
I'm glad it wasn't my hand.

I could make a comment about "Poo-land" but that'd just be far too immature.
( Cawl, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 14:51, closed)

It was me and now I am blind
Thanks a BUNCH
( whenanimalsattackhumans clad in global hypercolour, Thu 3 Apr 2008, 15:03, closed)

It happens.
Sometimes you just have to give someone the stinkpalm, whether you want to or not...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 3 Apr 2008, 15:25, closed)