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Originally Posted by private joker
Jesus how starved for Captain R's posts are you guys that you're begging for details on his bowel movements? I can't imagine a less appealing topic.
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Originally Posted by bakku
i'm eagerly awaiting the next poop story
I've met bakku and never met PJ, so I think that's the tiebreaker.
So after I graduated from college, my friend and I rented a 2br/2ba near where we worked. Since he was willing to pay more, he got the master br with its own bathroom, and I got the regular room with the hallway bath. Those were basically his bathroom and my bathroom. (Side note, my friend is a dead ringer for bakku, they even have the same name).
Well, one night he brings home this girl who is kinda cute, but she is a little on the chubby side. Like maybe 15-20 lbs. heavier than she needs to be. In other words, Sir Mix-a-lot would have approved. She stays over, and I don't really think anything about it. (BTW, I hear she teaches aerobics at 24 Hr. fitness now, so there's a happy ending to that story).
My gf is also staying over, and the next morning I wake up and I need to pee. So I get up, go out of my room and into the hallway bathroom. I pop open the lid, and there's something in the toilet. Now, I'm near-sighted and I can't really see that well without my glasses, but I can see well enough to pee in a toilet and I can make out shapes and colors. I think "wtf, whatever, I'll piss and flush, and then what's the worse that could happen." So I piss, and then I close the lid and flush (those of you who don't close before flushing, you guys are sick. you know how much crap gets blasted into the air?) and then I open it again and that thing is still there.
What? I close the lid again and flush again, and then I open it, and the thing is still there.
WTF? So I kneel down and take a look, because I can only see about a foot in front of me clearly, and I see this gigantic piece of ****! Like the biggest piece of **** I've ever seen. I'm a skinny guy, but this thing is literally the size of my forearm. Like if you cut off my hand and cut off my forearm at the elbow, this would be the size of this piece of poop. It's a foot long and about 3 inches in diameter and the worst part is IT WILL NOT FLUSH. It's lying cross-wise to the hole at the bottom of the toilet and it's too big and at the wrong angle, so it's permanently stuck in there!
So I come out of the bathroom kinda perplexed about what I'm going to do, and I see my roommate and his new friend eating breakfast at the dining table, but I don't really say anything and they both kinda ignore me. It's kinda an awkward "walk of shame" moment, because it's obvious she spent the night.
I go back into bed and ask my gf:
"Did you poop in my toilet?"
"No."
"There's this giant piece of poo in my toilet. Did you poop in my toilet?"
"NO. I already told you NO. What's wrong, why don't you just flush it down?"
"It won't flush. I already tried. Are you sure you didn't poop? Because it doesn't make sense. My roommate and his friend have their own bathroom so they wouldn't have used mine."
"NO. I DIDN'T POOP in your toilet. What do you mean it won't flush? What are you talking about?"
So I explain to her about the mini brown baseball bat someone left in my toilet and how it won't flush and she doesn't believe me, so she has to go see for herself so goes and uses the bathroom.
She comes back "wtf? that's the biggest piece of poo I've ever seen! You weren't kidding, it's the size of your arm! Who's is that? How did it come out of their ass? WTF????". Then she starts hitting me because I accused her of having that monstrosity come out of her. "How could that be my poop?"
I don't really know what to do, but pretty soon my roommate and his friend leave and I'm trying to figure out what to do. Like I can't just stick my hand in there and break it up. I don't want to take a toilet brush and try to smash it apart, that would pretty much ruin the toilet brush and then I'd have to buy a new one.
So I figure I'll just cut it up and go to get a butter knife. Wait, forget that, I'll just use chopsticks. Since I now know it's either my roommate's **** or his friend's, I get one of his chopsticks and go back to the toilet.
*Those of you not of Asian decent don't realize that chopsticks are like the swiss army knife of the east. Like you can eat with them, use them as weapons, sex toys, whatever. I'm going to invent hollow chopsticks one day that you can use as a straw, and then I'll be rich.
So I open it up, chop the thing into like 3 pieces with my chopsticks, close the lid and flush. Whallah! Magic chopsticks, no more poop.
To this day I don't know who's ass that came out of, but I suppose it's not a topic for polite conversation.