Shit Stories: Part Number TwoAs 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.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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poo shameI was once walking to work one bright and sunny summers day, probably whistling the theme tune to Top Cat.
Cutting through the park as I often did, I took advantage of the solitude to unleash an air biscuit. Looking a nearby Sparrow in the eyes I jauntily lifted one leg and squeezed. 'Take that!' I thought, then immediately went cold as I realised lumps of runny poo had clealy just shot out of my anus like some kind of awful, childish blunderbus, and were currently running down the backs of my legs.
I stopped dead, starting crying and turned round to begin the slow, smelly walk of shame home with nothing but a unbelievable story to invent for my boss to look forward to.
Those trousers were ruined.
(, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 12:05, 1 reply)
Did anyone...Read this story without whistling the Top Cat tune?
If so... what's wrong with you!?
(, Wed 2 Apr 2008, 10:09, closed)
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