Ive had a few viewers of this site find it via the keywords ‘ bum ‘ and ‘ bum cream ‘

So, to celebrate that, let us talk about bums. Men’s bum sounds in work toilets.

Today at work I needed to exhaust some faecal matter before lunch. The men’s work toilets are thankfully not the trough style urinals but separate cubicles. Thankfully, one does not find twigglets floating around the toilet water very often.

As I sat pondering life, and how many toilet sessions Ive had since 1978, I heard an unknown work colleague in the next cubicle. By the sound of things he was preparing his body to expel faeces. I didn’t want to hear the noises of his bum. But there was no escape.

The noises of groaning, airy farting and more airy farting until the moment of ‘PLOP! ‘ disturb me. What disturbed me more was that this chappy started counting in between each brown bomb.

Well we all have to plop, but Id rather not let anyone hear those noises. (I did think for a nanosecond how the sounds of ‘plopping ‘ would be like sampled, transposed and put through reverberation and phasing.)

A silly idea it might be, but I long for the day gent’s toilets have soundproof cubicles, where one can drop brown bombs with confidence.