Shit Stories
I once ate four Kendal Mint Cakes and did a white shit. My old school friend Roger had to outdo me. He claimed to have done a "blue bubbling turd" after eating six packets of blackcurrant Chewits. We want to hear your stories of poo, from crapping yourself at your sisters wedding to shitting the bed during sex. Go on - be filthy.
( , Wed 5 May 2004, 22:24)
I once ate four Kendal Mint Cakes and did a white shit. My old school friend Roger had to outdo me. He claimed to have done a "blue bubbling turd" after eating six packets of blackcurrant Chewits. We want to hear your stories of poo, from crapping yourself at your sisters wedding to shitting the bed during sex. Go on - be filthy.
( , Wed 5 May 2004, 22:24)
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The international language of poo
I love poo stories. You know you've reached a special place when you can talk to a friend about shit.
My first story is one I trawl out, just as a sort of taster, because it involves animals not humans. Have you ever heard that labradors will eat anything - well mine was no exception. During a walk in the school playground he gobbled up a discarded sandwich some thoughtful childlet had left behind - glad wrap (clingfilm) and all. Assuming that it would pass eventually, the dog underwent some scrutiny during the following days, which was when we noticed a funny 'fluttering' sound when the dog was breathing (imagine sticking a bit of paper to a fan and turning it on and off repeatedly). It genuinely took at least 4 weeks to finally inhale/swallow the damn thing (far be it for my cheap old man to take him to the vet). Eventually the clingfilm reappeared - however most of it was still in one piece. Imagine a dog running around the garden with a long pooey bit of plastic flapping out of it's arse - now imagine my mum chasing him around the garden, wearing her marigolds and waving a pair of tongs!!!
Story two will be much briefer, staring with just one word: Turkey. Took a month to recover from the most explosive runs of my life, which is nothing special, except I did sit (for some time) in wonderment at the rediscovery of Nappy Wipes at 27.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 9:15, Reply)
I love poo stories. You know you've reached a special place when you can talk to a friend about shit.
My first story is one I trawl out, just as a sort of taster, because it involves animals not humans. Have you ever heard that labradors will eat anything - well mine was no exception. During a walk in the school playground he gobbled up a discarded sandwich some thoughtful childlet had left behind - glad wrap (clingfilm) and all. Assuming that it would pass eventually, the dog underwent some scrutiny during the following days, which was when we noticed a funny 'fluttering' sound when the dog was breathing (imagine sticking a bit of paper to a fan and turning it on and off repeatedly). It genuinely took at least 4 weeks to finally inhale/swallow the damn thing (far be it for my cheap old man to take him to the vet). Eventually the clingfilm reappeared - however most of it was still in one piece. Imagine a dog running around the garden with a long pooey bit of plastic flapping out of it's arse - now imagine my mum chasing him around the garden, wearing her marigolds and waving a pair of tongs!!!
Story two will be much briefer, staring with just one word: Turkey. Took a month to recover from the most explosive runs of my life, which is nothing special, except I did sit (for some time) in wonderment at the rediscovery of Nappy Wipes at 27.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 9:15, Reply)
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