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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Contracting
I used to do contract work for a CCTV company around the UK. The working day normally finished off with a few beers and a bar meal.
On a particularly big contract, we got to know of a club (chicago rock cafe) that did £12 entry, free buffet food and drink all you can.
This particular wednesday, I left the club, in need of a bed, to say the least. I woke up the next morning to discover what can only be described as a 'CrackerBread' of shit in my underwear.
After wondering all the next day what could've happened, it only came to me that night when i was walking into town to catch a movie at the cinema.
On seeing the NCP, I stopped sharply when the memory of crouching behind a mini metro came rushing back, along with the hoards of pub, cinema and restaurant go-ers showing their discust at my crammings and resultant verbal obscenities.
If that wasn't bad enough, I also remembered ordering 'the works' pizza from a take away near the train station, paying for it, and walking straight out of the place without eating a slice.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 21:09, Reply)
I used to do contract work for a CCTV company around the UK. The working day normally finished off with a few beers and a bar meal.
On a particularly big contract, we got to know of a club (chicago rock cafe) that did £12 entry, free buffet food and drink all you can.
This particular wednesday, I left the club, in need of a bed, to say the least. I woke up the next morning to discover what can only be described as a 'CrackerBread' of shit in my underwear.
After wondering all the next day what could've happened, it only came to me that night when i was walking into town to catch a movie at the cinema.
On seeing the NCP, I stopped sharply when the memory of crouching behind a mini metro came rushing back, along with the hoards of pub, cinema and restaurant go-ers showing their discust at my crammings and resultant verbal obscenities.
If that wasn't bad enough, I also remembered ordering 'the works' pizza from a take away near the train station, paying for it, and walking straight out of the place without eating a slice.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 21:09, Reply)
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