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Originally Posted by Medusa
Many of you have already heard this but I totally pooped in a potted plant on the balcony of a VERY fancy hotel one time.
And then I wiped with a leaf that I ended up being allergic to. .gif "Say What?") |
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When I moved to Vancouver I had to live in my car temporarily while I looked for a job an an apartment. My car was parked in a parkinglot by Jericho Beach. There were actually several cars and vans in that parkinglot full of people doing what I was doing.
Anyway. I was lucky in that most of my bowel-urges happened when I had handy access to the public toilet. Each time but once, in fact. So it's 2am and I have to crap...so I wander into the woods and hug a tree and do what I have to do. Then I wipe with my sock (!!! I forgot to bring tp to the woods, okay?) and tossed my sock aside and went back to the car.
Later that morning I was woken up by some loud hollering and swearing out in the woods. It seems one of the other people who were also car-living....um....stepped in my shit. Barefooted.
I prayed and prayed that he wouldn't recognise my sock.
