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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Big pooI always remember as as a kid, about eight, I was staying round my auntie Janets. My aunt started having a go at my uncle about a giant shit he'd done that wouldn't flush away. She ended up having to use a fork to chop it up so she could get rid of it. I never would use a fork round hers again. Found out later that it was my younger brother who'd dropped it. He must have an arse the size of the Dartford tunnel.
Sorry for any length but I'm out of me nut.:)
(, Sun 30 Mar 2008, 3:37, Reply)
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