Its really pointless & childish, but it makes me feel good - the green t-shirt I wear for work does not bear the name of any Op Tour I have been on, any previous posting I have had, any major exercise I have been on.

No - It bears the name of my favourite band. From the outside I look the model soldier, under my shirt - IM A ROCKER!!!

Come on you ex RCT types - confess to wearing your old RCT stable belts under your combat jackets.

For the record, its a Cinerama T-Shirt.

Phew! I can hear the strains of "Wild Thing" in the background.............GB, you are living life on the edge.
I suppose my penchant for wearing full rig under my combats is mild by comparison...........

Rickshaw - like I said, it is really pointless & childish - just enables me to walk round feeling a little bit smug with myself. Wearing full rig under your combats - well thats another thing entirely.

True. True. It does tend to silence conversation in the changing room before going out for a run at lunchtime........

Does a butt plug count.
Er, not that I do, it's a bloke at work you see, er

Nope,

I respect my supervisors and seek to carry out all tasks allotted to me in a timely and efficient manner whilst having due regard for the sensitivities all anyone whom I may encounter whilst about my lawful occasions....

Not...

It's a very important, sanity maintaining device, to get small ones over on the bosses.

I make it a point of principle to never defecate during my lunch break. Even if it's pushing me off the canteen seat, i'll happily bake a turd, until the minute hand of the clock creaks past 1pm. I can then sh-it to my hearts content, safe in the knowledge that each breather ring brings me another 5 minutes closer to hometime.

As BA Baracus once said,

"I piddy tha fool, who don't take his sh-its in da firm's time"

Originally Posted by convoy_cock

It's a very important, sanity maintaining device, to get small ones over on the bosses.

I make it a point of principle to never defecate during my lunch break. Even if it's pushing me off the canteen seat, i'll happily bake a turd, until the minute hand of the clock creaks past 1pm. I can then sh-it to my hearts content, safe in the knowledge that each breather ring brings me another 5 minutes closer to hometime.

As BA Baracus once said,

"I piddy tha fool, who don't take his sh-its in da firm's time"

Phew, I'm not the only one then. I always make a point to have a sh1t before I leave as well, even if I don't need one, I force a bit out. No point sh1tting in your own time.

Originally Posted by StabTiffy2B

Originally Posted by convoy_cock

It's a very important, sanity maintaining device, to get small ones over on the bosses.

I make it a point of principle to never defecate during my lunch break. Even if it's pushing me off the canteen seat, i'll happily bake a turd, until the minute hand of the clock creaks past 1pm. I can then sh-it to my hearts content, safe in the knowledge that each breather ring brings me another 5 minutes closer to hometime.

As BA Baracus once said,

"I piddy tha fool, who don't take his sh-its in da firm's time"

Phew, I'm not the only one then. I always make a point to have a sh1t before I leave as well, even if I don't need one, I force a bit out. No point sh1tting in your own time.

I don't see the point of
a) sh1iting in MY time
b) wasting MY water (and other toilet consumables)
c) using MY toilet paper

I get few enough perks as it is, need to make the most of the facilites!

I could expand this by the same logic of why should i screw my wife in my time when i can screw the seceratery in work time. (obvioulsy this would never happen as Im happily married and the seceratery is a moose old enough to be my grandmother!!)

OS

A good point has been raised here. Logging on work time.
I don't even cack during the weekends or in the evening at home. Like convoy, I don't log in lunchtimes either.
Maybe this explains why I never take a holiday. Personally 2 weeks is the longest I can hold in a turkey without some form of chemical or medical assistance. The 2 weekers normally get stuck half way, at which point I have to wrap the jammed turd in bog paper, thus forming a rudimentary pistol grip, and use the hand assist to drag the bugger out.
It would kill a straight man.