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Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« on: July 20, 2015, 05:59:13 PM »
All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful Shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter about the shitty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.


Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #1 on: July 20, 2015, 06:05:00 PM »
lolol

I lol'd in real life, seriously :D  Beautiful post

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #2 on: July 20, 2015, 06:20:52 PM »
Haha haha


I never understand people  who have conversations in public stalls. Annoys me to no end. You handled this in the best manner possible.

No flushing though. .......... gross.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #3 on: July 20, 2015, 06:22:41 PM »
Add the word bear in a few places and it would have been perfect.I'm going to take a guess AJ didn't write this though.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #4 on: July 20, 2015, 06:23:45 PM »
Add the word bear in a few places and it would have been perfect.I'm going to take a guess AJ didn't write this though.

You are correct sir! It is a solid piece of internet lore.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #5 on: July 20, 2015, 06:30:11 PM »
Poop-mate Of Peace

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #6 on: July 21, 2015, 01:55:23 AM »
I read this while taking a dump  :D

I think I'm done, but my guts are currently making noises like a creaky old pirate ship. I'm half expecting Jonny Depp to come bursting out my ass aboard the Black Pearl.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #7 on: July 21, 2015, 02:18:40 AM »
Beautiful.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #8 on: July 21, 2015, 02:22:39 AM »
Thread of the week so far. AJ laying some words of wisdom upon us: Remember, kids! Defecating is not a Science, it's an Art.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #9 on: July 21, 2015, 05:43:46 AM »
I salute you for this allegorical journey of perseverance and anguish.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #10 on: July 21, 2015, 05:47:58 AM »
from where did you steal that essay?

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #11 on: July 21, 2015, 06:27:12 AM »
from where did you steal that essay?

It's reprinted a billion places. Do a google search for "eldritch stench" (the money quote)

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #12 on: July 21, 2015, 06:28:46 AM »
All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way back to the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathroom. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall #1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful Shitter. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. Shitter was blathering to Mrs. Shitter about the shitty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.


Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder in one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent: (1) The next-door conversation had ceased; (2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and (3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way under the stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with the suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Next door I could hear fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth.... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficulty to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by a string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced to the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has manged to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.



Sorry, to much like a pellius length post, did not read.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #13 on: July 21, 2015, 07:04:52 AM »
When you gotta go you gotta go.  Near the beaches there are public bathrooms but they purposely don't have stall doors to stop the vagrants from shooting up in them.  It's no party when you have to shit and it's the only bathroom around for miles and there's no door.  You need to throw shame out the window and dive right in.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #14 on: July 21, 2015, 07:30:13 AM »
When you gotta go you gotta go.  Near the beaches there are public bathrooms but they purposely don't have stall doors to stop the vagrants from shooting up in them.  It's no party when you have to shit and it's the only bathroom around for miles and there's no door.  You need to throw shame out the window and dive right in.

Would rather shit in the ocean.
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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #15 on: July 21, 2015, 07:55:13 AM »
Would rather shit in the ocean.

Great story... I'd went with stall 4 though.

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #16 on: July 21, 2015, 07:55:18 AM »
Peaceful/Big Things to Come of Peace! :D


Great story AJ!

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #17 on: July 21, 2015, 07:56:34 AM »
Would rather shit in the ocean.

I do wonder what that feels like. On one hand I imagine liberating. On the other... what if it bumps into your leg?

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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #18 on: July 21, 2015, 07:57:46 AM »
I do wonder what that feels like. On one hand I imagine liberating. On the other... what if it bumps into your leg?

pfft amateur.   Every ocean shitting expert knows just to face the current.
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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #19 on: July 21, 2015, 08:42:36 AM »
 ;D
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Re: Juruth Approved: Dropping Some Major Heat
« Reply #20 on: July 21, 2015, 01:51:48 PM »
I'm still waiting on the thrilling conclusion to The Tom Platz Wig.