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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Drove to the beach...
...in France with my brother. By the time we were nearly there, we were both desperate for a poo. I let him go first in the semi-portable thing in the car park. He was in there for a long time...
When he finally came out, i grabbed the door and followed him in, the stench wasn't unbearable, but average for a public toilet. The thing was it was really dark inside, and my eyes weren't used to it. The door shut behind me and locked, I went to the toilet and looked down, as my eyes adjusted, I saw the horror in the bowl, so much poo, so little space. I decided that I didn't desperately need a poo after all, so i went to the door. It was locked. Then the toilet seat started closing automatically.
Then it hit me. This was a self cleaning toilet, and by not allowing the door to shut after my brother, I was locked in while the chemical, self-cleaning toilet, started cleaning itself!
I was clawing at the door in the half light, desperately hoping to escape before the cleaning stuff got me, frantically looking for an escape! Fortunately, there was a catch, high on the door I caught that and got out, just as the chemical spray got the door.
I have never been so frightend in my life! I'm sure that's what it must be like to be buried alive. It wasn't nice!
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 14:14, Reply)
...in France with my brother. By the time we were nearly there, we were both desperate for a poo. I let him go first in the semi-portable thing in the car park. He was in there for a long time...
When he finally came out, i grabbed the door and followed him in, the stench wasn't unbearable, but average for a public toilet. The thing was it was really dark inside, and my eyes weren't used to it. The door shut behind me and locked, I went to the toilet and looked down, as my eyes adjusted, I saw the horror in the bowl, so much poo, so little space. I decided that I didn't desperately need a poo after all, so i went to the door. It was locked. Then the toilet seat started closing automatically.
Then it hit me. This was a self cleaning toilet, and by not allowing the door to shut after my brother, I was locked in while the chemical, self-cleaning toilet, started cleaning itself!
I was clawing at the door in the half light, desperately hoping to escape before the cleaning stuff got me, frantically looking for an escape! Fortunately, there was a catch, high on the door I caught that and got out, just as the chemical spray got the door.
I have never been so frightend in my life! I'm sure that's what it must be like to be buried alive. It wasn't nice!
( , Fri 28 Mar 2008, 14:14, Reply)
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