Urban myth number 347 - Or maybe true
There goes a tale in the place I grew up of a young lady who prior to indulging in a bit of horizontal folk dancing would require her partner to take a dump on her chest and then smosh it about between them while they engaged in their rumble of affection.

On one particular day, the young man could not hold on to his steaming load and had to deposit it in the more traditional way at his home in a toilet.

Upon arrival at his lover’s shack of scat, he was encouraged to begin the ritual of love with the traditional shitting on his bird. Unable to fulfil her request due to the vacating his bowels earlier, she burst into tears and exclaimed,

“I knew it, you’ve been cheating on me” then proceeded to dump him on the spot.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 0:18, 6 replies)

But wouldn't the shit smeared
all over his chest have been a giveaway?
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 10 Jan 2013, 1:01, closed)

I don't like to over think it
allegedly Don Lane was really into this.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 1:09, closed)

Mate, can't be any worse than his
poetry.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Thu 10 Jan 2013, 3:07, closed)

Rugby Joke Book 1974 IIRC.

( stuj (^(^;;^)^) GO TEAM SPIDERS!(^(^;;^)^), Thu 10 Jan 2013, 7:32, closed)

cleveland steamer innit

( spimf ™ is whoever you want him to be, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 11:02, closed)

Well, if she could dump him
wouldn't that make up for his inability to dump her?
(ubergeekian, Thu 10 Jan 2013, 14:16, closed)