If this topic's been discussed before, please stand aside and let an infuriated mod send it to a matrix-stylee grave, or whatever happens to dead threads. --- Lying in the bath last night I felt the brewings of a reinactment of Krakatoa coming along. So, as one does, I pushed a bit and the encouraging first bubbles headed for surface, the little bstards tickling the hoop and scrot on the way up. A bit like pre-cum. Feeling the main erruption on it's way, the voices inside me yelled "BRACE BRACE BRACE" as my thighs began to wobble and the flaccid member was lifted up by angry bubbles screaming skywards. The water all around splashed and spluttered. Now I sincerely believe Krakatoa was far less deadly, and Mount St Helens a mere pea-shooter compared to the actions in the bathroom last night. For one thing those living on the volcano simply had to dodge a few flows of molten rock hurtling towards their homes, and perhaps a bit of scorching white-hot ash. Nothing much. Volcanoes don't smell. A secondary erruption tossed the floating shampoo bottle clean out of the bath. That gave me a sense of pride. This had all been well and good up until the moment I realised I should have posted this in Following Through - Sport of Kings. Sh!t I yelled, rather aptly as I leapt out of the tub, brown goo slowly diffusing out in a cone-formation from the leak-point. --- So, trying not to encroach on the legendary thread's remit, anyone else followed through in the bath? Anyone else feel cheated of a proper bath if they don't inject a bit of gaseous matter into the water? Your thoughts please gentlemen.