Loose
One morning, after getting out of the shower, I was back in my bedroom in my shared house. Nice place, I had nice new wooden floorboards in my room, quite posh for me. I was starkers, and I crouched down to get some socks from the bottom drawer, my arse and back to the slightly ajar door.

With no warning whatsoever, a smooth jet of orangey-brown shit shot out all over the floor in a matter of seconds, leaving a large pizza sized pool on the floor. I was quite stunned as I had felt almost nothing. The smell was like nothing I had smelt before.

I just had chance to turn around and look up to see my house mate Dave poke his head around the door - "are you still wanting that lif...oh." as he glanced down. The sight of my shitty orangey brown arse hovering over a pool of the same will probably stay with him for some time.

That reminds me, its been a while, I'll call him to see if he does remember. Thanks b3ta!
( I have run out of coke, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 17:52, closed)