Jehannum
Puts the "pro" in procrastination
goddamn, had one of those ones where I just kept wiping and wiping and wiping.
It was like I was trying to wipe a marker.
It was like I was trying to wipe a marker.
I've still got the toilets so powerful they'll suck the air out of a room if you flush with the door closed, and this turd took 3 flushes to make it down.
poop and paper comes back up.
In that case . .I've still got the toilets so powerful they'll suck the air out of a room if you flush with the door closed, and this turd took 3 flushes to make it down.
My friend honeymooned in Mexico in the early 90’s. While staying at an all-inclusive resort he acted around food and drink in a way that would make Caligula blush. He ate and drank everything he could lay his hands on. And although being explicitly warned not to drink tap water he did.
Flash forward to midway through his trip. He is spending more and more time shitting his brains out. At first he thinks it’s the decadent lifestyle he has purchased himself, but he soon comes to realize it’s a steady stream of brown acid that is not only constantly flowing, but also turning his asshole into raw flesh. Perhaps the drinking out of the tap of his bathroom faucet is catching up to him. He begs off the pool one morning while his wife heads down for some sun. He drags himself into the shower but only after two more trips to the throne. He’s starting to feel better and he honestly thinks he’s empty. Feeling what he thinks is the first dry fart he’s had in days coming on and not yet dressed from his shower he does what any male Labrador retriever with a hot piss bursting his bladder would do. He lifts his leg.
What follows was a hot lava flow with enough eruption force to lay a racing stripe on a nearby wall as well as coat his entire undercarriage in magma. He drags himself back into the shower. To his horror the ass spit will not easily come up from his hotel room carpeting (yes, he lifted his leg outside the bathroom area). He quickly asks the maid in the hallway for extra towels and does his best to clean up. He ditches the towels in a dumpster at the base of the stairs outside his room. The stench remains in his room but, in the first bit of luck he’s had this trip, he convinces his wife he’s just farting a lot from the food/drink and he lets her walk barefoot through the zone of destruction without a second thought. He was afraid to eat, drink, and especially fart the rest of the week. To this day, he can’t drink tap water in America much less anywhere else.
ahh, must be a FergusonI've still got the toilets so powerful they'll suck the air out of a room if you flush with the door closed, and this turd took 3 flushes to make it down.
Depth chargin'.Mine's been pretty light colored the last couple days though I have been eating a lot of crackers and noodles and stuff like that.
Also the water level in the toilet has some pretty good depth to it but I still seem to power through and make some stick to the bottom.
I don't know what the word for that is, submariners probably do.