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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At Uni me and my housemates...
were all sat around in the living room drinking when my mate Steve farted a really smelly wet-sounding one. He pelted up the stairs to the loo and after about 15 minutes and lots of flushing later he ran downstairs, through the living room and we heard the back door slam and was gone for a few minutes. We all though carried on drinking without giving it a second thought. Steve then comes back in, running even faster, holding this great big stick. Doesn't say a word to any of us. At this point, our curiosity got the better of us so we all followed Steve upstairs to the loo where we find him stirring this couldron of stinking brown man-porridge with the huge branch. He had shat so much the loo would not flush and it was almost overflowing the rim. Needless to say, he managed to dislodge the offending blockage and threw the stick out of the window into next door's garden.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 16:57, Reply)
were all sat around in the living room drinking when my mate Steve farted a really smelly wet-sounding one. He pelted up the stairs to the loo and after about 15 minutes and lots of flushing later he ran downstairs, through the living room and we heard the back door slam and was gone for a few minutes. We all though carried on drinking without giving it a second thought. Steve then comes back in, running even faster, holding this great big stick. Doesn't say a word to any of us. At this point, our curiosity got the better of us so we all followed Steve upstairs to the loo where we find him stirring this couldron of stinking brown man-porridge with the huge branch. He had shat so much the loo would not flush and it was almost overflowing the rim. Needless to say, he managed to dislodge the offending blockage and threw the stick out of the window into next door's garden.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 16:57, Reply)
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