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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A True "Shit Story"
My Niece has just been in a singing contest in Nashville, Tennessee. It's called "Can You Duet" for those of you that get CMT (Country Music Television). Anyway, I am not a great 'travel shitter' and have, at least as far as I know, the record at The Citadel for longest period without a dookie: 14 days. (Freshman year there is a terrifying experience and you dont eat much, so I guess its not that big a deal)
So I dont like dropping the kids off at the pool in strange, untidy bathrooms. So with travelling, this was the case. I have made three trips to Nashville (from Maryland, about a 13 hour drive) in the past three weeks (thank God the contest is over now). So the last trip, I was doing my best to not drop the duece and finally, I had to give in. Fortunately the Gaylord Opryland Hotel (its REAL name) has great bathrooms.
So I dropped a dook and the thing was MASSIVE. I mean, it looked quite like a teenage anaconda popping its head above the waterline to see if anything worth eating was about.
So I text message my buddy a photograph I took of it and he replied "Looks to be about 6 Kourics!" When I got home from the trip, on my front doorstep was a small trophy with a note that said "Congratulations! You beat me by a Kouric!, Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah! Love Bono."
I really need to look into finding some new friends.
Cheers!
PS(For those of you that dont get it, it's a Soutpark reference. Sorry. And honestly, its not THAT funny, so this is two craps in one story!)
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 4:36, 3 replies)
My Niece has just been in a singing contest in Nashville, Tennessee. It's called "Can You Duet" for those of you that get CMT (Country Music Television). Anyway, I am not a great 'travel shitter' and have, at least as far as I know, the record at The Citadel for longest period without a dookie: 14 days. (Freshman year there is a terrifying experience and you dont eat much, so I guess its not that big a deal)
So I dont like dropping the kids off at the pool in strange, untidy bathrooms. So with travelling, this was the case. I have made three trips to Nashville (from Maryland, about a 13 hour drive) in the past three weeks (thank God the contest is over now). So the last trip, I was doing my best to not drop the duece and finally, I had to give in. Fortunately the Gaylord Opryland Hotel (its REAL name) has great bathrooms.
So I dropped a dook and the thing was MASSIVE. I mean, it looked quite like a teenage anaconda popping its head above the waterline to see if anything worth eating was about.
So I text message my buddy a photograph I took of it and he replied "Looks to be about 6 Kourics!" When I got home from the trip, on my front doorstep was a small trophy with a note that said "Congratulations! You beat me by a Kouric!, Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah! Love Bono."
I really need to look into finding some new friends.
Cheers!
PS(For those of you that dont get it, it's a Soutpark reference. Sorry. And honestly, its not THAT funny, so this is two craps in one story!)
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 4:36, 3 replies)
I have a similar problem
It's not that I have a problem shitting in strange toilets, but the moment I leave the borders of my home county, nothing will come out. I can keep eating and eating for two weeks, but it doesn't go anywhere! I may get a rice krispie size nugget for my troubles. But it doesn't come out en masse when I get home either. Where does it go?
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 13:05, closed)
It's not that I have a problem shitting in strange toilets, but the moment I leave the borders of my home county, nothing will come out. I can keep eating and eating for two weeks, but it doesn't go anywhere! I may get a rice krispie size nugget for my troubles. But it doesn't come out en masse when I get home either. Where does it go?
( , Sun 30 Mar 2008, 13:05, closed)
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