Shit Stories
I once ate four Kendal Mint Cakes and did a white shit. My old school friend Roger had to outdo me. He claimed to have done a "blue bubbling turd" after eating six packets of blackcurrant Chewits. We want to hear your stories of poo, from crapping yourself at your sisters wedding to shitting the bed during sex. Go on - be filthy.
( , Wed 5 May 2004, 22:24)
I once ate four Kendal Mint Cakes and did a white shit. My old school friend Roger had to outdo me. He claimed to have done a "blue bubbling turd" after eating six packets of blackcurrant Chewits. We want to hear your stories of poo, from crapping yourself at your sisters wedding to shitting the bed during sex. Go on - be filthy.
( , Wed 5 May 2004, 22:24)
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My Whippy
Over 10 years ago now and about a friend, but I'm sure she'll indulge me.
Me & a mate are hitchhiking around France in the summer and we end up near Geneva to see another college friend who lives there. Our flatmate, who is really scared of flying, flies out for the weekend. We end up camping near a lake.
Anyway, we find out that the girl who flew over made herself constipated through her fear of flying. She hadn't had a shit in 3 days by the time we take a pedalo out across a lake. Then the urge hits her, as we are 30 minutes away from the nearest toilet. She has no chance of keeping it in. Our other female friend holds a towel in front of her as she proceeds to produce a real Mr. Whippy, coiled to perfection. It's been a group joke ever since.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 2:45, Reply)
Over 10 years ago now and about a friend, but I'm sure she'll indulge me.
Me & a mate are hitchhiking around France in the summer and we end up near Geneva to see another college friend who lives there. Our flatmate, who is really scared of flying, flies out for the weekend. We end up camping near a lake.
Anyway, we find out that the girl who flew over made herself constipated through her fear of flying. She hadn't had a shit in 3 days by the time we take a pedalo out across a lake. Then the urge hits her, as we are 30 minutes away from the nearest toilet. She has no chance of keeping it in. Our other female friend holds a towel in front of her as she proceeds to produce a real Mr. Whippy, coiled to perfection. It's been a group joke ever since.
( , Thu 6 May 2004, 2:45, Reply)
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