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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Airborne turds.. Not me, but at a wedding reception
The gentleman in question was upstairs in the smallest room dropping his fudge. He managed to produce a floater that stubbornly resisted all attempts to send it on it's way to the nation's sewers. After half an hour or so of fruitless flushing, his desperation led to him searching for an alternate method of disposal - obviously not wanting to leave it in the bin, he opted to fling it out the window. On completing his toilette and venturing forth downstairs to join the assembled throng he was met with a deadly silence - the toilet in question was above the conservatory and the produce of his bowels was merrily sliding down the glass roof in full view of everyone in the room.
My personal highlight came at the age of about 10 in our kitchen, whereby I followed through in glorious fashion after forcing out a particulary awful fart with all my might. Knowing that I'd done some serious damage I shuffled upstairs to the toilet for some damage limitation. Not knowing what to do with my dirty kegs I lobbed them out the window (recurring theme here), where they became lodged in the house creeper above our back door. My dad had to get them down with a ladder and a bamboo cane. I thought I'd got away with it for a while as well :(
Apols for length of post!
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 13:41, Reply)
The gentleman in question was upstairs in the smallest room dropping his fudge. He managed to produce a floater that stubbornly resisted all attempts to send it on it's way to the nation's sewers. After half an hour or so of fruitless flushing, his desperation led to him searching for an alternate method of disposal - obviously not wanting to leave it in the bin, he opted to fling it out the window. On completing his toilette and venturing forth downstairs to join the assembled throng he was met with a deadly silence - the toilet in question was above the conservatory and the produce of his bowels was merrily sliding down the glass roof in full view of everyone in the room.
My personal highlight came at the age of about 10 in our kitchen, whereby I followed through in glorious fashion after forcing out a particulary awful fart with all my might. Knowing that I'd done some serious damage I shuffled upstairs to the toilet for some damage limitation. Not knowing what to do with my dirty kegs I lobbed them out the window (recurring theme here), where they became lodged in the house creeper above our back door. My dad had to get them down with a ladder and a bamboo cane. I thought I'd got away with it for a while as well :(
Apols for length of post!
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 13:41, Reply)
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