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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One morning, after getting out of the shower, I was back in my bedroom in my shared house. Nice place, I had nice new wooden floorboards in my room, quite posh for me. I was starkers, and I crouched down to get some socks from the bottom drawer, my arse and back to the slightly ajar door.
With no warning whatsoever, a smooth jet of orangey-brown shit shot out all over the floor in a matter of seconds, leaving a large pizza sized pool on the floor. I was quite stunned as I had felt almost nothing. The smell was like nothing I had smelt before.
I just had chance to turn around and look up to see my house mate Dave poke his head around the door - "are you still wanting that lif...oh." as he glanced down. The sight of my shitty orangey brown arse hovering over a pool of the same will probably stay with him for some time.
That reminds me, its been a while, I'll call him to see if he does remember. Thanks b3ta!
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 17:52, Reply)
One morning, after getting out of the shower, I was back in my bedroom in my shared house. Nice place, I had nice new wooden floorboards in my room, quite posh for me. I was starkers, and I crouched down to get some socks from the bottom drawer, my arse and back to the slightly ajar door.
With no warning whatsoever, a smooth jet of orangey-brown shit shot out all over the floor in a matter of seconds, leaving a large pizza sized pool on the floor. I was quite stunned as I had felt almost nothing. The smell was like nothing I had smelt before.
I just had chance to turn around and look up to see my house mate Dave poke his head around the door - "are you still wanting that lif...oh." as he glanced down. The sight of my shitty orangey brown arse hovering over a pool of the same will probably stay with him for some time.
That reminds me, its been a while, I'll call him to see if he does remember. Thanks b3ta!
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 17:52, Reply)
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