Today I actually threw up at work. I'm not ill, just had to do something rank... Some bastard flushed a pair of Speedos in the changing room toilets. Some other cunt, or possibly the same person, took a shit, then used more toilet paper than any one person should use in a week. Lastly, some prick shat on top of this blocked monsrosity and obviously didn't wipe their arse, as it was sitting proudly on top of the pile - which was, by this time, about halfway up the inside of the pan. We didn't know about the Speedos being there, so spent much of the morning coming back to it, trying to clear it. Eventually, another manager came in, got shoulder deep and pulled out the Speedos. He then got me to clean up the mess that had been made, as the toilet had overflowed, sending shit all over the floor, as well as disposing of the culprit Speedos. Fucking shit day.