lmao @ Ken
I was at a chum's house on Monday, and was nearly grief stricken when my turd temporarily clogged his throne. Thankfully, dude had a bad ass plunger next to the altar for prompt unclogging.
Worst shit story of recent memory was about a month ago. Ten minutes before work, pre-shower, I had to drop some pumpernickel. I let it rip like Hogan in Thunder in Paradise, turd as big as Gug's cd collection, though seeing more "spins." Nevertheless, I was "deep" in to this shat, and had forgot to flush before wiping. During torrential turds it's imperative to flush prior to cleaning or one is asking for a backup. Perhaps this is the one benefit to wiping whilst standing, you can obtain an aerial view of the damages. Alas, I sat there 56 plys in to rescue rooting my arse hole from a salmonella outbreak. I flush and wince as Destiny's Child's "Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls" flashes before my mind. I promptly reach for the water shut off valve, but a pool of stool had already began cascading over the dome of my dismay. I retreat several feet in my chanklas and grab a Hanes shirt from my bedroom to dam the seepage. At this juncture on account of my puncture, the Peter North sized log has begun to float at the top of the bowl. "Hello cruel world." Being amply supplied with utensils, I grabbed a fork and a grocery bag, and fished the fillet mignoff out of it's above ground wading pond and in to a environmentalist's nightmare. Feculent and mephitic, humility lay over the land...