A Good Poop Story

Actually this is true, didn't happen to me: Anyway, I was living up in an apartment down the street near several dentist offices with a big parking lot, and huge grass area with trees around the grass. There were two younger middle schooler's that I knew who were locked out of there house and one was taking a shit behind the trees. His friend was getting news paper for him. Every one around was asking what he was doing. So he admitted. So the end.

Whenever I'm ill and I'm having one of those REALLY bad poos that just keep on going - I'm all like http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2k0SmqbBIpQ

lmfao.... I google "A Good Poop Story" this is the first to come up.... When I was 23 (1985) I worked for AT&T; in Woodbury, NY and I was dating this guy who worked in Northport, Long Island, NY. I would drive out to meet him on the weekends and was ready to go meet up with him on this one day. It was Friday night and I was ready for my night out of partying. I was looking particularly cute, with my little cute skirt, and a nice blouse. A friend from work lived in Northport, so since I was heading up that way I gave her a ride home. On the ride up I started having these weird stomach/culo pains. I’ve always had an issue crapping in public bathrooms, and had actually used this friend as a door gaurd at work while pooping, but this time I was willing to break my own rules. This was a state of emergency in my bowels and I had to stop at the closest gas station I could find. I spotted a station and went in to get the key. The attendant was trying to flirt with me when I asked for the bathroom key. After a little small talk, he finally gave me the key. By this time I was sweating as I was fumbling with key trying to open the door. I was desperate and and had to move quick. I had on a skirt and pantyhose, so I proceeded to pull the hose down and readied myself to sit down on the bowl when the shit just shot out and hit the wall. Its as if there was a water hose backed up with pressure, when as soon as it opened the water spurted out. I couldn’t stop, and I didn’t care, I just had to have this monster out of me. I finished, cleaned up and re-dressed. I was not ready for the masterpiece I left in that bathroom. It was almost like a Jackson Pollack, only I didn’t use any paint. When the poop shot out it splattered and made this unique, organic design. It was amazing and disgusting at the same time. My only concern at this point was to flee the scene as fast as possible, and that’s exactly what I did. I locked the bathroom door, slinked out, and gave the attendant the keys and made my escape. My friend was still in the car with it running, so I jumped in and sped out of there like I had just robbed the place. I’m sure the attendant would have rather gotten robbed that night as opposed to the mess that awaited him at closing. I would never see him again. Later that evening, I went on my date and never looked back. He would never know about the toxic dump I had taken not more than an hour before. I was a great weekend.

Lmao not gonna lie, i remix songs into poop songs when i go. "All i do is win" remade into "all i do is poop poop poop no matter what, poop on my mind cuz it's comin from my butt". God i sound so lame right now lmao

Story 2: Legend of the Bathroom Bandit Many people are afraid to poop at school, I don’t know why. I guess you could call it a phobia of sorts. Walking in the bathroom, you look to see people with there shoes off so you can only see there socks so you can’t identify them by there shoes, knowing you would make fun of them for taking the dump. I am not one of those people. I have taken remarkable dumps, ones to be remembered, urinals, principals office, even the floor. Well one day I had to poop I didn’t hide it, I told my p.e. teacher I had to squeeze one out like a chinchilla in heat, so he dismissed me to the bathroom just laughing at what I said. I made it to the bathroom, but I didn’t really feel like doing it in the toilet, or the urinal. The floor was a choice, but what excitement is that after doing it a few times? I decided, the sink was the one for me. I dropped my draws, cheeks to the sink, it was one of those ones where you move your hands and the water goes, so needless to say I used it as a bum washer. The turd was big, smelled funky, and it was brown. It was a good sized turd, moderate in size, I was laughing so hard I couldnt finish pooping, I washed my butthole and got out of there. Well, I was in the office later that day and I heard a janitor come in screaming at the top of his lungs “god damn kids!” something of that non-sense, I think this was the only time I ever made someone quit there job. It was amazing, I felt so good about it, especially because I was never caught. Only leading to the legend of the bathroom bandit. Bathroom Bandit http://youtu.be/oew6jaG4z9I

http://i.ytimg.com/vi/YUKmq7UMJys/hqdefault.jpg I'm learning things about people on this thread I'm not sure I wanted to know.