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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i am a bashful personwhich is also why this post wont be about actual poo
as i mentioned, i am very bashful. so when i went to visit my exboyfriend, i did not let him stay in the room when i used the en suite bathroom as the wall of the en suite was a thin strip of plastic and might as well have not been there, soundproof-wise.
i also couldnt stay in the room when he went to the loo. so i wasnt aimlessly milling around the halls of his accommodation, he sent me on an errand to pick up a menu from his friend on the far side of the building.
i proceeded to get lost in the labyrinth of corridors and turned up twenty minutes later at the right door.
his friend was surprised to find me outside his door. later, when we were all sat at a bar he gave the ex an earful about sending me to get the menu when i didnt know my way around. we didn't explain.
(, Sun 30 Mar 2008, 10:48, Reply)
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