Shit Stories: Part Number Two
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
As a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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"Paint a tree brown"
One sunny day me and my chums decided to go camping into the nearby woods.Well after setting up camp and a fire,we sat down for a jolly good drinking session.
Some time during the night a bottle of home brew was produced and a short while later it was consumed.
In a drunken state one of my aforementioned friends (lets call him J) decided to use the bushes to (as he so elegantly put it)"paint a tree brown".
Half an hour later he returned saying that he had gotten lost on the way.
Morning came and we set off to find a new campsite that wasn't covered in bottles and various bodily fluids.We left the tents because they where rather heavy.
Quite nearby we came across a storm drain ,a rather large tunnel as it where.Being the adventurous sort i ventured in,the ground quickly became rather soft and squelchy.
I turned around and fell face first into something lumpy,wet and warm.
Then the fatal words came from J "This place looks familiar"
I came out of the tunnel covered from head to foot in sticky,brown....mud.
To cut a long story short he shat up the side of my tent..well it's his now.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 16:53, Reply)
One sunny day me and my chums decided to go camping into the nearby woods.Well after setting up camp and a fire,we sat down for a jolly good drinking session.
Some time during the night a bottle of home brew was produced and a short while later it was consumed.
In a drunken state one of my aforementioned friends (lets call him J) decided to use the bushes to (as he so elegantly put it)"paint a tree brown".
Half an hour later he returned saying that he had gotten lost on the way.
Morning came and we set off to find a new campsite that wasn't covered in bottles and various bodily fluids.We left the tents because they where rather heavy.
Quite nearby we came across a storm drain ,a rather large tunnel as it where.Being the adventurous sort i ventured in,the ground quickly became rather soft and squelchy.
I turned around and fell face first into something lumpy,wet and warm.
Then the fatal words came from J "This place looks familiar"
I came out of the tunnel covered from head to foot in sticky,brown....mud.
To cut a long story short he shat up the side of my tent..well it's his now.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 16:53, Reply)
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