When I was about 13 years old I went on a hiking trip to Philmont Scout Ranch. After 10 days of hiking in the mountains we returned to the base camp. I walked into a stall to do my business and there was a turd sitting in the bowl that was as big as my forearm from elbow to wrist. I was an athletic 155 lbs at the time, not some scrawny kid. This thing would not flush, and I was actually compelled to go bring others in to take a look at it.
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I once wrote an ode to lady dumps
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There Once was a Woman from Nantucket,
and she shit like a horse. I'm not very good at poems or limericks. |
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There once was a woman from nantucket and she shit like a horse with no effort she filled up a bucket stunk out the office without remorse |
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"Still, women are widely believed to experience greater pooping anxiety than men." ROFLROFLROFL
DUH! men don't give a shit! (pun intended) if ya gotta poop...ya gotta poop. my office has the mens and womens restrooms directly next to cubicles! I mean, like, there's a cubicle with an employee working in it about 8 feet from the door of each restroom. now me personally....if I'm in a stall and someones leaving, I'll wait until the door closes to engage in audible dookage. but some dudes...I swear they must wait for that door to open and PLLLLLLLLLL (is that how you spell a fart/poop noise?) I mean sometimes it's so damn bad. and you KNOW those people sitting right outside the door gotta be like.....DAAAAAYYYUMMM! ROFL |
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