And the cat reads green. Hello john, I just pooped my pants and I love the smell. What do you all have to say about that
What's you have for breakfast, or dinner last night? Was it a nice turd? I believe the factthat we all love the smell of our own schit is a built in survival mechanism to smell when you're sick. Because, I mean come on, you could totally smell the sickness in your poo.
You have been a member since 2012 and this is your first post. Who are you I am in the 732 as well. message me.
One time I dropped a deuce at work that was so big, it clogged the toilet hole and poked above the water level significantly. I swear it was as long as my forearm, with almost as much girth. I was so proud of it, I decided that I didn't have the heart to flush it. It was almost like my first-born male son. About 30 minutes later, a co-worker showed me a picture of it on his cell phone. I proudly exclaimed that it was mine. We marveled at the magnitude of such a fantastic piece of natural art. He promptly sent out a group photo to everybody.
that's awesome.i sometimes take poos that I would like to take a pic and post on here lmao.just perfect shape.and then u wonder how the phuk did that come out of me?
kidrock . Did you blow out your o ring , my word the size of a classic wawa hoagie . Its got to be some kinda world record or something . Was there lamaze breathing involved?
About 1 week after my shoulder surgery and eating pain meds like they were m&m's, I finally got the urge. I was so proud of that one. After my wife wiped/removed any evidence. The second I flushed him I remember regreting not getting a pic. At least the wife witnessed the one that got away.
The coil is the hardest to measure... the taper of the bowl the circumference change. It's maddening. I guess the rule stands pic or it didn't happen.
Well, it was semi-fudgy, so it slid out fairly easily. I think it took 3-4 wads of TP to remove all the Klingons from Uranus. I do remember crowning pretty hard before giving birth to that monster. You know the saying: "It'll spread a mile before it splits an inch." I think they were actually referring to vaginas, but they're pretty similar, right? I remember another time when I was lifting weights seriously. I used to trade bullets for MRE's from some National Guard guys. I would eat 3-5 of those MRE's a day, along with lunch and dinner. I think those meals must have anabolic steroids in them, probably like Hitler gave meth to his Nazi soldiers to keep them fighting. The problem is, MRE's clog you up like shoving the Sunday paper down the toilet. I sometimes wouldn't crap for 4-5 days. When I did, I'd split my O-ring like an episiotomy and a gigantic brick would come out after much agony.
First off, I am pooping right now. A bit constipated. Its coming in waves. Little rabbit turds. After my ACL surgery on a monday I didn't **** until friday. I took a bunch of stool softener and literally rocked the thing out by shifting back and forth, bowl gripping, near hernia pushing. It was thicker than a coke can. I refer to that poop as my first night in prison in rewind. I was sweating. I have never been to prison, to be clear. Lately I have been pooping out sloppy messes that break the water line. Just gushing muck.
