It was told to me by a colleague who insists, sincerely, that it happened to a friend of his, but it sounds far too good to be true.

So, his 'friend' was out one night at a bar when he met a girl. They got chatting, had a nice time, one thing led to another and they went back to his place. Sexy times later, they wake up in the morning and the guy has to go to work. He wakes her up and says thanks for last night, I have to rush, please leave me your number and I'll call you later. Let yourself out, its a Yale lock so just close it behind you. Oh, and by the way, the toilet in the en suite is broken so use the main bathroom.

She dozes in bed a while longer, before getting up and dressed. Unfortunately, the chap's comments have long since faded, and she goes for a dump in the broken toilet. She ties to flush, but nothing happens, the poo remains. Panicking about the sheer embarrassment of leaving an unsightly turn in his toilet, she runs to the kitchen and finds a plastic bag. Taking it back to the bog, she bags her turd as you would a dog's. As she's about to leave, she spots a pad of paper and pen on the kitchen table, so writes a note for the guy, leaving her number, saying what a nice time she had, speak to him soon etc. Then she leaves. And as the door clicks reassuringly shut behind her, realises she left a bag filled with her shit on his kitchen table.

So, anyone heard this one before?