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A charming tale about runny shit
When I was 9, I came back early from a friends party with severe stomach cramps. I went and sat myself on the loo and started ejecting heavy bouts of liquified faeces. I had been sat there for about 10mins when the door suddenly burst open to the left of me. Being a typically very small council-house-downstairs-shitter, the door collided with my dangling legs and forced me over the side of the toilet. I managed to stop myself from falling right off with an outstretched hand but it meant my shit-spattered rectum was pointing skywards. I craned my head round and saw my Aunty Katherine peering round the door.
"Ooh, sorry!", she said - as well she fucking might.
I can still see the horror on her face as she briefly came to terms with the sight before her and the smell of my satanic poo.
At least I wasn't wanking.
(Tue 6th Sep 2005, 16:17, More)
A charming tale about runny shit
When I was 9, I came back early from a friends party with severe stomach cramps. I went and sat myself on the loo and started ejecting heavy bouts of liquified faeces. I had been sat there for about 10mins when the door suddenly burst open to the left of me. Being a typically very small council-house-downstairs-shitter, the door collided with my dangling legs and forced me over the side of the toilet. I managed to stop myself from falling right off with an outstretched hand but it meant my shit-spattered rectum was pointing skywards. I craned my head round and saw my Aunty Katherine peering round the door.
"Ooh, sorry!", she said - as well she fucking might.
I can still see the horror on her face as she briefly came to terms with the sight before her and the smell of my satanic poo.
At least I wasn't wanking.
(Tue 6th Sep 2005, 16:17, More)