Triple crownGrand slam is shitting, pissing and spewing in the sack roughly at the same time. Well it was in the Royal Engineers.
Triple crownGrand slam is shitting, pissing and spewing in the sack roughly at the same time. Well it was in the Royal Engineers.
The terminology is a bit mixed up.
Indeed “crimping off a length” can mean to have a shit. But more commonly “crimping” or to “crimp” means to have a quick nap e.g:
“Where’s Smudge?”
“Oh he had a heavy night last night and is crimped in the mess.”*
The term for shitting in your pit is to “grand slam.”
*Worth pointing out that crimping in the mess usually results in waking up with a penis drawn on your head in black sharpie.
Special Patrol Insertion/Extraction - it’s been around for decades.
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Nothing to get steamed up about, and certainly not my cup of tea....Just like so many arrserati - spouting crap.
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away..... Doing a Bobby Sands was a euphemism for a similar, eventually shorted to doing a 'Bobby' (jobby) in the barrack room or effectively allowing your pit space to a resemble Long Kesh renaissance cell.Is 'doing an Amber' going to be a new euphemism for defecation in bed? 'Amber Heard seems to rhyme suitably.
But why do people seem to enjoy crapping in odd places? When I was at school I looked in one of the cupboards in the Home Economics classroom to get something, and was appalled to find a turd in a kettle. Why? Just why?
"One lump or two, vicar ?"Nothing to get steamed up about, and certainly not my cup of tea....
Jack
A few years ago, wasn't there an Army-Day public display in some South American country where the display included this sort of thing ? The strop snapped. All killed IIRC.
ETA: It was Colombia and the blokes on the line were pulling a huge Colombian flag, which might have led to an increase in the stresses and strains on the cable.
Or as my Mam diplomatically put to guests after a family BBQ, @JAD has had a bit too much sun and has gone for nap. Obviously I heard this through a 3rd party on account of my delicate state and was otherwise engaged, talking to God on the big white porcelain telephone.A family title my brother still holds after a BBQ some 30years ago.
My mother generously put it down to "something he ate"
Not the copious alcoholic his pathetic body couldn't handle.
In one assembly at senior school, all the boys were told to wait behind after it had finished. The deputy head 'Donkey' (Mr. Doncaster, not his build), announced that some boy had 'done his business' in the gym showers. He appealed to the perpetrator to come forward and explain himself, like that was going to happen.Is 'doing an Amber' going to be a new euphemism for defecation in bed? 'Amber Heard seems to rhyme suitably.
But why do people seem to enjoy crapping in odd places? When I was at school I looked in one of the cupboards in the Home Economics classroom to get something, and was appalled to find a turd in a kettle. Why? Just why?
I dunno. If you think about your average day and what would happen if you acted on every impulsive thought you had you'd probably be guilty of multiple murders, rapes and thefts. That's before you even got to any deliberate crimes. All that is preventing that is your rational mind saying "Hang on a moment, that's not worth the consequences".
It wouldn't take much for any of us to be one of those stories, given the right provocation and situation.
Chicken.Speak for yourself mate, i've never had the impulse to rape anyone
Chicken.
Ask @Ravers or @Jimmy_Green about crimping tales. There was a 'Phantom Shitter' in the film Flight Of The Intruder. I also remember an episode of Kavanaugh QC when the Prosecuting Counsel had to explain what "crimped off a length in his steaming bats" meant.
Andy's Mans Club. Andys Man Club | #ITSOKAYTOTALK | This amazing organisation has grown very quickly into a network of groups across the UK. Anyone needing a safe space to talk and share would benefit from attending one of the groups.And one of the most frustrating things with male suicide rates is that so much of it could be prevented if men were prepared to discuss their feelings. I ain't suggesting that blokes should start reaching out to some hairy mary, liberal, social worker type of doris. But maybe another bloke that they trust. Or even a complete stranger if that helps. But far too many men won't ask for help. I was guilty of this myself when I split up with the ex wife.
When I worked in a large US corporate 20 years ago, the American arm was agog with the story of the phantom crapper.That was the term used in the programme. I thought that to Grand Slam was to piss, shit, and vomit all at the same time?
WTF! The line from Bottom Live 2 comes to mind - There's nothing quite like a shitty cup of tea.
Anyway, my brother works on sites and since he takes a dump about twenty times a day he was to improvise - bucket, carrier bag, newspaper etc. One day he was being responsible and put a carrier bag full of shit and soiled paper in the back of the work truck and drove back to the yard. He got to the yard and started to unload, but the offending bag had blown away. Someone had a shit surprise.