Enchilada and Mexican food for lunch today up in the dining room....more to follow shortly.

Niko Nikos here

I literally cry/laughed after reading this...holy hell that is funny...

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I had a buddy do something similar at a tatty club in lubbock. He had on linen pants and un underwear. It was pretty awkward walking in seeing him bare ass washing his pants in the sink.

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These pre-grogan checkins are awesome. You can almost feel the anticipation in this thread when someone posts about eating chorizo or some other assplosion ingredients for breakfast, for the upcoming crapper story.




Speaking of all these stories, a buddy of mine at A&M told me that one of his friends went and saw some 18 hour movie like LOTR at the movie theater with some young lady. Of course he ordered the megacola, and about halfway through he had to piss BAD. Not wanting to walk down the aisle of people watching the movie I suppose, he just held it.

When he left the theater and sprinted to the restroom, the relief of peeing was so great his knees buckled at the urinal, and he fell over mid-stream, spraying some poor schmuck next to him. He just pulled up his pants ran out of the restroom and shuttled his chick to the car before that dude could come back out of the restroom.

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the relief of peeing was so great his knees buckled at the urinal

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that man is a poon.

haha I always thought the same about him as well, but not because of this story.

And of course, that story is secondhand. But I thought it was pretty funny.

Just got back from the Chinese buffet.

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I thought I had ventured into the woman's restroom at work.

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I actually did this in the Urbanna/Champagne airport once.

I was sitting there doing my pre-flight business whilst thinking about how clean the restroom was for an airport.

Next thing I know someone wearing heals enters the stall next to me and I see a pair of panties drop around the ankles.

Somehow I managed to exit without being seen.

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Heck, I did this recently at a Mexican restaurant in San Antonio. Went in there to do my business, wondered while I was pissin' in a toilet why I didn't see any urinals ... then walked out and was apparently unseen even as I paused momentarily at the door to read the freaking sign that said Ladies

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Next thing I know someone wearing heals enters the stall next to me and I see a pair of panties drop around the ankles.

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what are things you never thought you'd see on texags, alex!

Women don't drop their underwear around their ankles. That's a good way to soak your underpants in someone ele's urine.

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In that case, is it acceptable to wash your balls in the sink? Next to the guy brushing his teeth? Or personal favorite, the guy washing his tupperware from lunch?

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That reminds me of a story I heard at a previous job in which one co-worker supposedly was caught washing his junk in the sink. He told the guy who saw him that he had gotten some "sweet lovin'" on the way to work.

The Fragger in Texaco at TC Jester and I-10 is a safe haven, except the counter is right by the door and the checkout lady eyed me in judgment Joel Osteen would have been proud of.

I thought that this story belongs on the thread.

http://www.thelocal.se/31634/20110125/?__utma=1.1864863727.1287612022.1295903739.1295994456.119&__utmb=1.2.10.1295994456&__utmc=1&__utmx=-&__utmz=1.1287612022.1.1.utmcsr%3D%28direct%29

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A man who defecated on the floor of a shop in eastern Sweden has been sentenced to prison.

The incident took place in November 2010 when the 45-year-old man was visiting a shop in the town of Finspång, located about 30 kilometres west of Norrköping.

When nature called, the man asked a store employee if he could use the toilet, the local Norrköpings-Tidning newspaper reported.

But the store employee explained that health regulations prohibited customers from using the store toilet, news which prompted the man to take drastic measures.

"He pulled down his pants, squatted on the floor and pooped," the 21-year-old female cashier said in court during the 45-year-old's trial, according to the newspaper.

The cashier explained further that the man proceeded to insult her while he relieved himself on the floor of the store.

After he'd finished his business, the 45-year-old left the store, snatching some candy on the way, and leaving behind a pile of excrement and his dirty undies, according to the cashier.

The man was charged with shoplifting, assault, molestation, as well as interference in a judicial matter for threatening the cashier on two other occasions.

During his trial, the man changed defence attorneys twice before the court rejected his third request for a new counsel. After being denied another defence attorney, the man expressed his lack of confidence in the court in front of a gallery filled with schoolchildren on a field trip.

"I'm not going to participate in this damn farce," he exclaimed before storming out of the courtroom.

Despite the judge's explanation that leaving the courtroom would deprive him of the chance to tell his side of the story, the man refused to return, prompting the judge to order him placed in a nearby room where he heard the proceedings through an intercom.

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[This message has been edited by Tom Hagen (edited 1/26/2011 2:35p).]

when you gotta go, you gotta go.

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the man expressed his lack of confidence in the court in front of a gallery filled with schoolchildren on a field trip.

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Hell of a school field trip.

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Had an experience yesterday that really made me feel dirty. I was enjoying the passing of a telephone-like pole. Anyway, evidently it was long enough to bottom out in the bowl while still attached. When it finally released from my orifice, instead of slipping innocently down the drain, it fell forward and dealt a glancing blow to the backside of my boys. My initial thought was what the hell was that and when I figured it out, I grabbed a piece of paper and gave them a quick wipe to assess the damage. Sure enough, I had a brown smear. Try as I may to cleanse myself, I felt unsanitary until I was able to take a shower after work.

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A dump of this proportion has been deemed the "Mighty Redwood" amongst my circle of friends.

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This just happened:

My back teeth were floating so I went into our public area restroom and low and behold.. I had to immediately retreat back into the hallway. The smell was like nothing I had ever been witness to. It took me back and I recomposed myself and took and deep breath and held it until I was done and back outside in the hallway. After I cameback to my desk, I overhear a coworker tell the same sort of story.

So I say to you my friend who defecated that bathroom... good job. Good job indeed.

Grogan grogan grogan
Rollin' logs o grogans
Perrys porkchop grogan
GROGAAAN! *hyaaaaaah*

finally caught up... page 30 was straight $$

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How come they call it taking a dump when you're really leaving a dump? I mean, you're not really taking it anywhere.

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Man, most of these are civil (made it about 2/3 through the posts).

Working a BS summer camp...wow. We had working toilets, hooked up to a septic, that was just outside. Same technology that kids were used to at home, just in a wooden shack that would stifle all air flow and increase the heat to like 120F on normally 100-105F days.

Working as the camp commissioner, I was charged with small maintainance and helping with bigger jobs. We would have kids from all walks of life (inner city scouts, LDS, normal troops, etc), even non-scouts for a while. LDS kids were the worst. Trains were run on the toilets. What is a train? Much like pr0n, but with poop (well, that is kinda the same as pr0n too, but with only one person this time). So much so, one time, to our best estimates, was 10-12 kids. Poop was OVER THE LID. That meant someone stood over the toilet to drop more in.

It took us (me and another guy) about 30 minutes to get it down. A shovel, some sticks and a plunger.

We would also have kids flush sticks, stones and other things down there. That would clog it, then proceed to poop afterwords. So you would fill it up and nothing would get it down, since the stone/sticks would prevent anything going down. Those were even more fun.


But we would ALWAYS have fun about the 4th week of camp, since the septics would finally fill up, the leach lines were clogged but we didn't know. And so none of the toilets would work at the site, until the septic drained. But usually this is when it started raining, so the soil gets saturated and no water is going into it from the septic. So for a few years, they get the bright idea of PUMPING the tanks first, before kids come. So they pump and tell us 3 tanks have roots. So we go inspect and try to remove the roots. Now these are the roots of the Cedar trees of the Austin area.

Tank #1 has about a 1" line going around the inside. Nothing too major, along with some smaller fingers going into the water. Tank #2 is a bit worse, but still only took about an hour or so. Clean off the dirt to the lid, open up with backhoe, remove roots, replace lid, pour 50lb of rock salt around lid to prevent roots, move on. Then we get to tank #3.

Tank #3, when we opened the viewport, looks clean. The other 2 you could see the roots. We shined the flashlight down and didn't really see anything. So we cleaned off the lid, broke one of the lifting lugs removing the lid and stared in amazement. The septic (which was at the site with ALL of the septic issues for the past 15 years, or however long the issues were) had roots. The only opening of the roots was the viewport. Perfectly round and 6" in diameter. From there, a direct angle down from the viewport so you couldn't see the roots. So now we see why in all these years we had issues.

So we try to cut the roots. No luck. We try grabbing with hands. No luck. I took our rock bar (6' bar of steel with a sharp end), picked it up and slammed it into the roots. Went about 4" in and stopped. After about 2 hours of working it over, I finally got on a throw away pair of clothes (and I do mean throw away), some thick rubber gloves, safety glasses and got enough of a handle on the roots mano-e-mano to get the backhoe in to grab it (didn't want to crack the septic tank). Finally pulling all of the roots out, another 20 minutes, it was about a 5' tall pile, 6-7' in diameter, solid. And smelt oh so wonderful. Since this was late May, wasn't too hot, yet. I think the largest root was about 3" in diameter, wrapped like a snake around the tank. I did burn those clothes, soak everything else in bleach and poured about 2 50lb sacks of salt on that tank to kill damn near everything around there.

Before we started removing the roots, I could walk across the tank without falling in. They were STOUT.

~egon

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Poop was OVER THE LID. That meant someone stood over the toilet to drop more in.

It took us (me and another guy) about 30 minutes to get it down. A shovel, some sticks and a plunger.

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Gives a whole new meaning to the word "crapload".

First job out of school - training with a group of guys in typical office setting. We started naming and taking pictures - would come get each other to look at our creations. I mean inturupt meetings for a view. The most famous were:

Breather - where one end stuck up out of the water.

Double breather - both ends sticking out of the water - this took incredible control - only saw one of these executed.

The Houdini - it disapeared - was so dense that it just sank like a rock, made the turn and kept going.

It got so bad that the guy at the photo mat started refusing to develope our pictures...

Guys were experimenting with foods to see what produced the right consistancy. Very immature but passed the time when we spent 14 hours a day cooped up in an office. Wonder who has all of those pictures - and what their wife said when she found the shoebox and opened it???

The largest turd I've ever seen was after a long weekend in Vegas my senior year of college and was easily the size of a grown man's arm. It was about 3-4 inches in diameter, went God knows how far into the hole yet still came out of the water by about 2 or so inches. It looked like it was as dense as a piece of wood and I'd venture to say it weighed about as much as a full-term new born baby.

Unfortunately, I cannot claim that it was my butthole that that beautiful brown creation ravished.

Who all has left an upper decker?

Who has a tv or had a tv in the bathroom?

posted on rivalries from tech dorm

Should have known there would be a site like this.
http://www.poopgames.org/

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It got so bad that the guy at the photo mat started refusing to develope our pictures...

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Don't know if I already posted this or not but one of the northside dorms, I think it was Crocker, had a room with a notorious coffee table. Said coffee table's glass top had an impressive display of Polaroid pictures of epic poops underneath it. Bottom border of each Polaroid had a name/type...