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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Brief, but appropriate
Sharing a house with friends post-university, we had a few waifs and strays to stay. One was my mate's (at the time) girlfriend, who we shall call Helen (for no apparent reason).
One morning, I go for the usual SSS routine, and look into the bog to see approximately (I didn't count) 50 brown raisin-type objects floating on the meniscus. Mucho flushing couldn't remove this, so I used the old "stick as much paper as you can down there and see if they'll be collected" trick.
Didn't work.
Anyway, later that evening, after many beers, I broached the subject to my housemates. Girl's boyfriend says "Oh that'll be Helen. Eats like a horse, shits like a rabbit".
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 20:52, Reply)
Sharing a house with friends post-university, we had a few waifs and strays to stay. One was my mate's (at the time) girlfriend, who we shall call Helen (for no apparent reason).
One morning, I go for the usual SSS routine, and look into the bog to see approximately (I didn't count) 50 brown raisin-type objects floating on the meniscus. Mucho flushing couldn't remove this, so I used the old "stick as much paper as you can down there and see if they'll be collected" trick.
Didn't work.
Anyway, later that evening, after many beers, I broached the subject to my housemates. Girl's boyfriend says "Oh that'll be Helen. Eats like a horse, shits like a rabbit".
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 20:52, Reply)
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