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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Turd terrorism is a wonderfull thing.
At the same retail organisation as previously mentioned, one of my good friends left the company to join another. We had a habit of sending odd stuff in the post to each other.. I felt I had to take it to another level.
Taking a latex doctors glove, I retired to the bog and crimped a turd into the glove. I then carefully squeezed the warm pooh into the fingers of the glove and tied off the end. Into an envelope and off she goes.
A few days later I got a call from my friend.. apparently on receipt of the envelope, realizing it was from me..and noticing an unpleasant smell.. he thought it best to open it behind closed doors and not in the shop as he normally would. I think I upset him a bit. He is a changed man.. though still my friend. We stopped exchanging gifts via the post.
( , Fri 7 May 2004, 11:45, Reply)
At the same retail organisation as previously mentioned, one of my good friends left the company to join another. We had a habit of sending odd stuff in the post to each other.. I felt I had to take it to another level.
Taking a latex doctors glove, I retired to the bog and crimped a turd into the glove. I then carefully squeezed the warm pooh into the fingers of the glove and tied off the end. Into an envelope and off she goes.
A few days later I got a call from my friend.. apparently on receipt of the envelope, realizing it was from me..and noticing an unpleasant smell.. he thought it best to open it behind closed doors and not in the shop as he normally would. I think I upset him a bit. He is a changed man.. though still my friend. We stopped exchanging gifts via the post.
( , Fri 7 May 2004, 11:45, Reply)
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