Ah, back in the day...
We don't do this anymore, but when I was a young nurse, there were actually recipes for different enemas depending on how long and with what you were stopped up. There was Triple H (high, hot, hell of a lot), saltwater, castile soap, mineral oil, coffee plus warm olive oil and oh yes, for the hard core bunged up guts my fave, milk and molasses.

We had to mix them ourselves. So here you are, warming up cheap sugary blackstrap molasses on the hotplate (before microwaves) and stirring in milk, testing the temp on your wrist like it was some fiendish baby formula until it's ready to pour onto the bag. You try not to spill it on your white shoes 'cause it stains forever, hook the bag over your head while the sticky solution runs down your arms into your pits and glues your hair to your uniform, thus ensuring painful depilation later and force viscous goo up this poor guy's ass. He holds it as long as he can then you help him in to the toilet.

Guess what? Coming out, it smells exactly like shitty oatmeal cookies.

To this day, I can't eat oatmeal cookies.
(TDub Nunc id vides, nunc ne vides on, Mon 31 Mar 2008, 8:21, Reply)