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I had a nice poop before I took my shower.
Three hours later my stomach was growling like I was hungry, but I wasn't.
I got that "oh shit!" feeling and went to the bathroom.
I shit mucus.
Everything's been fine since then.
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I had a nice poop before I took my shower.
Three hours later my stomach was growling like I was hungry, but I wasn't.
I got that "oh shit!" feeling and went to the bathroom.
I shit mucus.
Everything's been fine since then.
B Student
I have trouble letting myself take a real, loud, farty, disgusting dump when anyone else is around. It's rather pathetic.
Speaking of which, I just had a Chipotle salad, that's going to suck later
Food alright? Try the wine!
I too have this problem. When I am about to take a nice good shit at work and somebody busts in (or was already sitting in the stall next to me) I have to wait till they leave (or buffer the sound by flushing) in order to fully enjoy the experience, it's sad. I feel a lot of how a person shits in public reflects on how they behave socially, thoughts?Originally Posted by Mr-K
B Student
God damn, now I feel really pathetic.
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I wait until they start shitting if they're going to shit, and then rip it as loud as possible to try and drown out the sound of them shitting. If they're just peeing I'll wait.
Food alright? Try the wine!
hmm, Thief... you sound to me like an alpha male.
You've got him pegged!
Plugged the shitter up at Applebee's yesterday. Here's the story.
I had been working all day and holding a shit all up inside me. I missed my morning shit. I was miserable all day and didn't get a chance to shit at work. This fucker was pokin' it's head out of my ass for the last 2 hours of work, but still, I couldn't sink that sucker in a toilet just yet. It was agony.
My friends called me up and said they were going to grab some dinner at Applebees, asked if I'd like to join them. I told them Applebees sucks but I'll be there after work. Didn't go home first, went straight to Applebees. Met my friends, got seated at a table, then immediately announced I was going to the washroom to unload my bowels. Applause all around.
Got up, walked into the washroom, sat on the toilet and let 'er rip. Boy did that feel good. Easily 1/5 of my bodies' weight was deposited below me in a watery grave. I mashed together nearly an entire role of toilet paper to wipe up this messy sunnuvabitch. No way in hell I'm getting any of my own shit up underneath my own fingernails. So I threw away the massive wad of toilet paper in the toilet along with the rest of my shit (something I never do at home).
That was a mistake, and as I finished flushing the toilet, I quickly realized things were going to turn ugly. The toilet chugged and swirled mightily, trying helplessly to swallow the contents of shit and toilet paper. The water levels rose quickly until it started pouring over the sides of the toilet. This toilet seemed like an industrial grade toilet and I wondered how it could have succumbed so easily to my shit. I didn't have time to think though.
I was in a panic. I quickly fumbled with the lock to the stall and escaped. I walked quickly to the sink and washed my hands, praying no one would come in the bathroom with me. I then dried my hands, checked my look in the mirror, composed myself and walked calmly out of the washroom. I tried to play it like I had no idea what had just gone down in there, even though I knew I looked the swirling devil in the eye.
I sat down with my friends and ordered. 1/4 of the way through our meal I over heard a server say to the bartender, "We got a problem in the Men's Room." I smirked and nodded knowingly. They had no idea.
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