I shall share one of my stories which gave rise to what I call the "human plunger"

When I was 20 I dated an older woman that was 29/30. She wanted me to meet her dad and so we went out to dinner at Carraba's. I had Lasagna and wine for dinner. For dessert I had cannolis and coffee...that's where I ****ed up.

As we drove home back to her apt. I started feeling the bubble guts. To save face I told her I felt like throwing up. We stopped at her old townhouse which she still owned but didn't live in. The plumbing hadn't been used in months. I went in the bathroom and unleashed. As I sat there I also coughed to make her think I was actually throwing up.

I look over and there is less than half a roll, not enough for the job but I had to make it work. I flush and only half of the mess goes down. I start to panic. I couldn't leave the mess in there. I look around and under the sink for a plunger and nothing. I turn on the sink and fan to try and drown any noise I might make.

Here is where my panic takes over. I take off my ring and roll up my sleeves. I make a fist and just look away. I slowly slide my fist and forearm into the brown and white mess. I start to pump the hole with my fist hoping that the suction makes everything go away. I am literally punching through the mess into that hole. Finally after a few pumps it goes down. I am still coughing and making heaving noises through all this. I flush one more time to be safe.

I wash my hands and forearm and try to clean up. Sweat on my face and everything. I walk out after 20 minutes and we leave. I am feeling embarrassed because I am pretty sure she knew what was going on in there. Most disgusting thing I have done. It was the first time and it definitely wasn't the last time I had to use the human plunger. It was like the bathroom scene from "Along Came Polly"


[This message has been edited by HBCanine08 (edited 2/17/2011 10:19a).]