I used to be a plumber a few years ago straight out of high school. In the second year of my apprenticeship (training) we had a job one day in a house which was empty, or a void as they were called. This house was being gutted top to bottom and refitted as was customary with most of the properties. They were council houses. Anyway, this one day we went in and proceeded to rip the old bathroom out and crucially the old toilet pan, the bit you sit on, was inadvertently thrown into the skip. Not left to one side like we usually did. The reason for this came to fruition at dinner time. Me and the guy I worked with both needed a shit and it was only then that we realised that the old toilet had been 'retired'. We were on a very volatile housing estate and packing everything up wasn't an option, nor was leaving it to go to a toilet. Plus I couldn't drive then. Therefore we decided to use buckets and then transfer said log to the soil pipe via any method you could think of. The guy who I worked with went first, as to be expected from a superior. I went in and it was evident he'd had quite the struggle transferring the shit. I got my bucket and did my business. Then I wondered how I'd get the shit into the pipe without it falling and turning Mr Hanky-esque. I thought fuck it I'll just try throwing it out the bucket like you would with water. Bang. First time down the pipe which was about 10 inches off the floor horizontally. The pride still resides within me.