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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after a night of drink and drugswhile living in Switzerland I was staggering home when the need for a shit overtook me. I went between two cars outside some apartments and released a monster single turd.
Next afternoon, I walked past the spot where I'd made my mark and the poo was gone.
Made me chuckle to think that someone had come out of their house to find my sizable present smiling at them. Everytime I walked past the apartments I was hoping to find someone nervously peering out from behind the net curtains hoping to catch a site of the monster dog that had left his mark!
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sneep used to date Freddie Starr's hamster, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 12:11,
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