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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Pooing outside; not advised!
When I was wee ginger lad I used to play in the field next to my estate with my next door neighbours who were a couple of years older. On a few occasions my mum would use this opportunity to do the weekly shop so she wouldn't have take me. She used it as a kind of free babysitting service I suppose.
So...... this one particular night when she was out shopping and I was in the field the inevitable happened, a shit storm started brewing in my stomach. I was still to young to have my own house key and the older lads wouldn't let me in their house to relieve the turd tension in my tummy because they said "shitting outside would turn me into a man". To my young naive mind this made sense and with time running out before I exploded I headed behind the hedge.
I found my spot but it wasn't as private as I would have liked so I only pulled my trousers a quarter of the way down, so when I assumed the shitting position my front bits would still be concealed but my arse was free to empty its load. The perfect crime I thought. However, I overlooked the involuntary pissing factor in the shitting process! So while pooing I managed to piss myself. My mates thought this was the funniest thing ever, and still tell the story of how King Eric went for poo and managed to piss himself to this day.
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 15:07, 1 reply)
When I was wee ginger lad I used to play in the field next to my estate with my next door neighbours who were a couple of years older. On a few occasions my mum would use this opportunity to do the weekly shop so she wouldn't have take me. She used it as a kind of free babysitting service I suppose.
So...... this one particular night when she was out shopping and I was in the field the inevitable happened, a shit storm started brewing in my stomach. I was still to young to have my own house key and the older lads wouldn't let me in their house to relieve the turd tension in my tummy because they said "shitting outside would turn me into a man". To my young naive mind this made sense and with time running out before I exploded I headed behind the hedge.
I found my spot but it wasn't as private as I would have liked so I only pulled my trousers a quarter of the way down, so when I assumed the shitting position my front bits would still be concealed but my arse was free to empty its load. The perfect crime I thought. However, I overlooked the involuntary pissing factor in the shitting process! So while pooing I managed to piss myself. My mates thought this was the funniest thing ever, and still tell the story of how King Eric went for poo and managed to piss himself to this day.
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 15:07, 1 reply)
i did that once
but nobody was around so i got away with it and it was a hot day, i had dried off by the time i got home
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 20:15, closed)
but nobody was around so i got away with it and it was a hot day, i had dried off by the time i got home
( , Wed 2 Apr 2008, 20:15, closed)
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