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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Shitty Kids
As a class of 8/9 year olds we were taken on a school trip. Now most schools take you to the zoo, a museum, or perhaps an art gallery. Not our lot though...off we all go to the local sewage farm. Much nose holding, yueching! pretending to be sick etc., ensued for the next hour or so as we were treated to the sights and smells of copius amounts of waste from the good people of Aberdeen. At one point in the day, we were shown a huge vat of what was reported to be "cleaned shite". Unperturbed by the fact that it was still shitey brown and shitey textured, handfulls were gathered and secreted in anorak pockets, hoods and bags. "Shite Fight!!" was the cry, two minutes into the return bus jorney, as everyone hurled their prized shite around the bus. My, how the teachers laughed.
( , Fri 7 May 2004, 15:06, Reply)
As a class of 8/9 year olds we were taken on a school trip. Now most schools take you to the zoo, a museum, or perhaps an art gallery. Not our lot though...off we all go to the local sewage farm. Much nose holding, yueching! pretending to be sick etc., ensued for the next hour or so as we were treated to the sights and smells of copius amounts of waste from the good people of Aberdeen. At one point in the day, we were shown a huge vat of what was reported to be "cleaned shite". Unperturbed by the fact that it was still shitey brown and shitey textured, handfulls were gathered and secreted in anorak pockets, hoods and bags. "Shite Fight!!" was the cry, two minutes into the return bus jorney, as everyone hurled their prized shite around the bus. My, how the teachers laughed.
( , Fri 7 May 2004, 15:06, Reply)
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