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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.

Ummm... Not that it *really* matters......but......were you drunk???

Originally Posted by Tucker

In kindergarten the toilet was broken and we had to shake the handle so it wouldnt flood. My ADD was so bad I forgot about it. I pooped and flooded the classroom.
The next day I was told I had to go to private school because the teacher was so upset about her poop room.

That's so fucked up.

Originally Posted by betenoire

I love you.

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.

Lesson: Don't walk in the woods in bare feet.

Originally Posted by WolfyOne

When I was a teenager my mom got tired of me falling off my bed when I'd come home drunk....thought I'd hurt myself, so she took away my bed frame and told me I wouldn't have as far to fall next time.

Wow. Cool mom!


My share: When I was in high school, I went to New Orleans to visit friends and ring in the new year. I was introduced to (a lot of) Jagermeister.

The next morning I was jolted awake by the need to throw up. After approaching a LOCKED bathroom door, I took a hooded sweatshirt out of my suitcase and threw up in it. Covered the puke with the hood, folded it up, and packed it away.

And went back to sleep.

I don't think I ever knew who was in that fuckin' bathroom.