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far from it. not foaming at all. making enquiries about how others managed the problem so i can follow up. attempting to provide female labourers the same opportunities as the men to slope off for a piss on site. you admit youre not in the same game and seem intent on providing an argument rather than helpful advice?

after 20somthing years doing this the plan has always been find a quiet spot and hope the customer doesnt wander down the garden offering tea and cookies. or its the pot in the doorway of the van. i find nothing creepy in a discreet piss by the van as opposed to a trail of sawdust through the house.

dirty f*ckrs. i hope you mean into a bag. and ignoring that "with the rest of us" implies an audience. haha. while im happy to piss pretty much anywhere, i do draw the line at squatting and curling one out into the woodchip, or adding one to the log pile in the truck.

im picturing a truck parked on a residential street outside someones home. in one version theres a bloke standing in the doorway of the van, slyly pissing into a pot or on the floor, nothing too noticable. in the other version theres a lass squatting bare-ass to the kerb clearly having a big steaming piss on the floor. im fairly sure someone passing by will make some comment. this isnt about saving her modesty, its a simple matter of facilities. care to enlighten us as to what these "adjustments" are that need to be made? since thats the purpose of the post

i piss into the gutter standing in the doorway of the van, cant see that one working.

well that sounds fine, 3 weeks out of 4, if you have tipper back for chip.

is that thailand?

and cue a million sexist comments/ feminist uprising, but theres a serious issue in this, to be blunt, lets not beat about the bush, the situation in a nutshell, where do they piss? forestry jobs, no problems. construction sites, no problems. mrs miggins back garden, uh-oh. im talking about the smaller arb businesses, domestic jobs. the lads go behind a tree and hope, or its a pot and a disinfectant spray in the doorway of the van. or do we all just go in the customers house?

im liking the term "brash rat"

not to put too fine a point on it, im sure somewhere in 25 pages someone else has asked, but where do they piss? forestry jobs, no problem. construction sites, no problem. mrs miggins back garden, uh-oh.

nothing to add

helmets unlikely stop chainsaws but may deflect it slightly, ive wondered why you cant buy some sort of collar of protective fibres, ive seen sleeves, and theres obviously the trousers and chaps. sure it would be hot but there must be some way to work with it if its gonna potentially save your life? all this excluding the usual comments which will follow about proper working practices and such.

not a fan of the dressage, looks like a load of rubbish. whens the beach volleyball on?

first vote for the protector pro

youve all got it wrong. the chip they inject with the vaccine isnt to track you. its a nanodevice in case they need to bump you off. im thinking Fortress 1992, starring Christopher Lambert "a small device is forcibly inserted down his throat: an "intestinator", which causes extreme abdominal pain when a punishment order is issued. The device can also be triggered to detonate in cases of extreme punishment" the smartphone glued to your hand all day can only track you im also thinking these air pod jobbies starting to look very similar to the cybermen upgrades from Dr Who. starts off with communication, pretty soon its starting to control you. saw something similar in Stargate SG1: Revisions (S7.E5) " a neural interface that gives them access to all their computer records, including history, science, etc." ive got my tinfoil hat though, im fine. they cant get to me anymore im safe, shit whos that at the door. if i dont make it back theyve got to me already. its them, its the Transmission Terminated At Source

yep thats right, youve got the idea correct. be a good chap and pass the word to your chums so they can shove off out of my way too, theres a good fellow.

no, im just sick of getting stuck behind the pricks everytime i go for a drive down some nice scenic road. and the little lycra-clad bellends 2 abreast down country lanes with high hedges when i was a child Father didnt drive us to holidays, we luxuriated in the Bentley on the way to the airport, wooshing past the plebs in their caravans on their way to pooh in a bucket for a week.

oh dear, its like im back in school again. you smell. no, you smell. no, YOU smell. i know you are but what am i. etc etc etc.

yeah, and yet again started by a bloody motor-home/ caravan. like bloody cyclists they are.

ah no, he says the brains are the train, thus moving too fast for you. but dont worry, im sure youll find someone who cares about your irrelevant whiney-ass opinion.

charming im sure, but surely the train/brain was faster thus me missing it, rather than slower as im sure you hoped to mean?

how ironic that someone nicked something off liverpool

thats what you get for buying a motorhome and clogging up my roads, serves you right, hahahaha

try Wayne Enterprises? think theyre some place called Gotham?