Smell is 90% of taste
Back when I was in uni our flat toilet was notorious for getting blocked. One day the block was particularly severe and unfortunately the turds had chased the paper and with no plunger we had to get creative. We hit upon the inspired idea of pouring a kettle's worth of boiling water down it to, you know, "loosen things up". Seemed sensible enough at the time. Imagine for a moment if you will when you smell the wonderful wafting odours of a home cooked meal making their way through your home. I think you can see where we're going with this. The smell literally jumped down my throat. As I approached the epicentre my nostrils burned and eyes stang. The urge to vomit was overpowering - we had created a monster. My flatmate's girlfriend arrived at the door and refused to enter, our faecal stew's stench was too overpowering. I felt like I was eating a turd burger. We threw a bucket of water down hoping to dislodge the blockage. Not smart. Now we had a toilet bowl brim full of luke warm water and dissolved turd. There was only one thing left for it. I donned a rubber glove and, choking back the vom, inserted my hand into the dark heart of the beast used my fist as a makeshift plunger. Then I fainted. No, not really. It took me three separate attempts to dislodge the blockage (between desperate retreats for air). Finally I heard a gurgle and a rush and the demon was slain. It took a long time for that smell to go away.

And that was how we boiled a turd.
(dunk010, Sun 24 Jun 2007, 2:01, Reply)