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i used to think that if you flushed the toilet, whatever is inside would go out the shower because my dad always said not to flush when he was taking a shower
My friend told me once that when she was little she went to a public toilet and saw blood in the toilet. She ran out to tell her mother that she was convinced someone had been murdered and the body was hidden in the cupboard in the cubicle wall.
After a very confusing explanation of sex and reproduction from my older brother (he was 11 and I was 9) I was convinced that babies could come out of your bum at any time. Therefore it was essential to check the toilet pan for babies before flushing.
My brother,Myles Kidd, being Scottish and having recently learnt to read, once went into a Ladies loo, believing the sign to read "Laddies"!
When I was at kindergarten we used to get a day a year where they hired clowns to entertain the kids. One night I had a bad dream, in which one of said clowns drowned in a toilet. On recounting this to my kindergarten teacher, she told me that there was a monster in every toilet that only eats clowns. I believed every word of it and to this day I associate clowns with lavatorial drowning. The woman scarred me for life!
I remember the first time I used the urinals at infant school - when I went to wash my hands and turned the tap on, the urinal "showers" came on at the very same moment. I spent several break-times trying to convince other kids that they could wash in the urinal by turning the tap on. Needless to say, it never did work a second time.
I used to believe that my dead gran was in my toilet, just beyond the u bend. This was because when she died I was told that she had gone where my goldfish had, and I'd seen them flushed down the loo. I would sometimes sit with my head down the pan telling my gran what was going on!
when I was little I thought I was the only person who pooed, and my parents payed all the stores and resturants to install toilets just for me.
When I was little, I used to think that when you went into public restrooms, there were people hiding behind the mirrors who could see everything that went on in the bathroom. I used to glare at the mirrors as I washed my hands and tell the people (by talking to mirror) that I wasn't going to go to the bathroom because I knew they were there.
I used to think that my family was really poor because we didn't have a urinal in our bathroom -- just a toilet.
I used to beleive that there was a large man in the sewer that caught all of the excrement from all of the toilets and sorted it into boxes. I hoped I would NEVER get that job
When I was little, i 4get how old...but i saw this commercial about those poor children in Africa or something, and like they'd show u where they lived and it lookd like thats where all human waste went cuz the streets were like flooded and muddy with garbage. So i felt really bad and every day after school i'd come home and go to the kitchen and make them "somthing to eat" like i'd mix baloney and ketchup with salt and pepper, or some concoction of that sort and then i'd dump it all in the toilet thinking im feeding all the poor children in Ethiopia. lol...
When I was young, I watched a cartoon that said that you could take a bath by sitting in the toilet, and it would whip you around right after you flushed.
I learned two things.
1. Do not ever stick your foot down the hole. It will get stuck and cost someone a whole lot of money to fix, and, someone will be very angry with the fact that you can not get out of the toilet. Trust me.
2. You, in fact, do not get whipped around. The toilet overflows around you and then you will end up with toilet water all over the floor, and in your mouth. It is disgusting.
Do not try this at home!
I used to believe that whenever I went into the restroom in public, everyone outside instantly stopped whatever they were doing and all paused to listen to the speakers which were placed all around the store so that everyone could listen to me in the bathroom. Of course, everyone went back to normal once I came from the bathroom.
When i was young we had a toilet that didn't flush very well and my mum always told me to take a saucepan up there with me when I complained about it not working.
She meant that I should fill it with water and throw the water in the pan as I flushed to help. I didn't know this and for years used the handle to mash my number twos round the u-bend before returning the saucepan to the kitchen cupboard ready for dinner . . .
Nowadays there is always an empty vase in the bathroom to avoid any mis-understanding.
I'm English, and in England we call restrooms toilets. One day, me and my family went to an american-style restaraunt.When I went to to the toilet, it said 'restroom' on the door. I was scared to go in because I thought i would disturb the people who were resting.
When I was a little boy I used to watch those Toilet Duck ads where they would clean the inside of the toilet bowl. I used to throw bread crumbs into the bowl to feed the ducks.
My dad used to say that the rats in the sewer are having a party when he had a pee when he got drunk,cause there was alcohol in his pee. I believed it so much that every time he said it, I went and threw lots of peanuts and crips down the loo. Well, no party without nibbles..!!!! I was only about 4 or 5.
When I was about two or three, my parents gave me my very own cardboard box and explained to me that by pretending, it could be anything I wanted it to be.
I thought it was perfectly logical to want my very own toilet, right in my own room. So I peed in it.
When I was a little girl, I was puzzled by why my father left the toilet seat up so often. Being not acquainted with the true reason men lift the toilet seat when using it, I came to the conclusion that since my father had a large butt (he happened to be a tad overweight at the time), the toilet seat was too small for him to use--thus, he had to lift the seat and use the wider rim of the toilet itself when using the bathroom. I mentioned this to my mother once, and she just stared at me, perplexed, then laughed and walked away without saying anything.
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