ohh, how could I resist this one?
For the record, my friend has been on and on about how my life is essentially incomplete without b3ta. So I finally go check it out and the topic du jour is shit stories. Nuff said.

Well mine's not that great but I just have to share.
One time in high school my friends and I were wandering about a neighborhood for some now unimportant reason. I started getting that I'm either going to shit or barf really soon feeling so I ducked into this little lot covered with trees behind a church and popped a squat, with one of my friends rummaging around trying to find me some nice big non-rash causing leaves to wipe with (she ended up returning with some kind of fuzzy ones thinking they'd grab the poo better... how much do my friends rock?) and the rest inquiring as to my progress from a distance. Well apparently I have like shit performance anxiety or something cos I couldn't bring myself to do it with everyone there. Probably not such a bad thing.

Also, my cat now and her predecessor seem to view shitting as a succinct way to share their displeasure at their humans. The first one used to shit on my bed when I was a kid when we'd go on vacation (like I would've chosen to take off on a god awful road trip if I had a choice). Spike (the current one) shits in front of our front door if she's pissed off (which is apparently about once a week, Mama deals with it now that I'm away at school). You know she's done it because every time she shits where she's not sposed to she gets really frisky and runs up and down the stairs over and over...
(lilpunkbabygrrl, Fri 7 May 2004, 6:30, Reply)