How you crappin'?

[PenFoe]

Remember: sometimes poo, always pee.

I should write that on the back of my hand.
Or maybe my shoes.

[BH]

Remember: sometimes poo, always pee.

I should write that on the back of my hand.
Or maybe my shoes.

When you crap you stare at the back of your shoes?
You must be really flexible.

[Gilgamesh]

So I just experimented with the sitting method, as advocated by Thrill, et. al.  It has it's merits, assuredly.  However, after two swipes, I reverted to standing for the final pass.  I don't know what this says for the hybrid method, but it works well. 

[PenFoe]

Remember: sometimes poo, always pee.

I should write that on the back of my hand.
Or maybe my shoes.

When you crap you stare at the back of your shoes?
You must be really flexible.

[Jon]

So I just experimented with the sitting method, as advocated by Thrill, et. al.  It has it's merits, assuredly.  However, after two swipes, I reverted to standing for the final pass.  I don't know what this says for the hybrid method, but it works well. 

When I sit (per earlier), I always have to stand for the final pass or I feel like I'm missing some.

Pen, are you still monitoring your coworkers bathroom habits? Maybe you should remind them to always pee.

[BH]

Pen, are you still monitoring your coworkers bathroom habits?

True story. I used to be a consultant, working for a client in St Louis.
Used to work long hours. Around 8 pm, my boss, also a consultant, came and grabbed me and said I had to see something.
We ended up standing outside the men's room on our floor.
Out came a client we worked with, probably 45ish in age.
Bucket in hand.
In the bucket, nudie magazines and lotion.
Guy took his craft to a whole new level.
Kept his bucket in his office, under his desk.

[SKO]

I had to skip a class last week because I sharted. I was walking, got about halfway to the building, felt the need to let one rip and realized that it hadn't been a dry run. So I just drove him. First time that'd ever happened to me.

[PenFoe]

Pen, are you still monitoring your coworkers bathroom habits? Maybe you should remind them to always pee.

The first rule of bathroom monitoring is that there is no bathroom monitoring.

[Wheezer]

That shit came out like a fucking garden hose.  Burned like a mofo.  It felt like pure stomach acid.

The pancreas of course neutralizes gastric juice, leaving undigested capsaicin as the likely culprit here. However--and this is the interesting part--internal hemorrhoidal tissue isn't "supposed" to have sensory innervation. Did it "burn" prior to expulsion?



Fascinating stuff. It could make a good board game.

[Gilgamesh]

That shit came out like a fucking garden hose.  Burned like a mofo.  It felt like pure stomach acid.

The pancreas of course neutralizes gastric juice, leaving undigested capsaicin as the likely culprit here. However--and this is the interesting part--internal hemorrhoidal tissue isn't "supposed" to have sensory innervation. Did it "burn" prior to expulsion?



Fascinating stuff. It could make a good board game.

I should amend my comments to note that it burned post-expulsion.  Fascinating stuff.

[Gilgamesh]

I had to skip a class last week because I sharted. I was walking, got about halfway to the building, felt the need to let one rip and realized that it hadn't been a dry run. So I just drove him. First time that'd ever happened to me.

Rule 3 of Old Man-Hood, per Jack Nicholson: Never trust a fart.

Rule 1: Never pass a urinal.
Rule 2: Never waste a hard-on.

[PenFoe]

I had to skip a class last week because I sharted. I was walking, got about halfway to the building, felt the need to let one rip and realized that it hadn't been a dry run. So I just drove him. First time that'd ever happened to me.

Rule 3 of Old Man-Hood, per Jack Nicholson: Never trust a fart.

Rule 1: Never pass a urinal.
Rule 2: Never waste a hard-on.

In one week Second Hand Lions and The Bucket List have been quoted.

Stew hasn't felt this "in" since 1969.

[Kermit IV]

If it makes you feel better, Pen, when it's a two-fer, I can't piss until there's been at least one splashdown.  But, yeah, I always piss.

I don't understand why we're talking about any of this.

[MAD]

After a night of drinking at some point during the Summer of 1993, I had to wake up and drive to Delavan, Wisconsin to golf 18 with my dad and brothers.  At some juncture, we found ourselves on some distant hole--quite possibly the furthest point from the clubhouse, when I felt my stomach gurgle and a poopstrom coming on.  It couldn't wait, so I hopped in one of our carts and made a beeline for the clubhouse.  Upon reaching the clubhouse I hopped out and raced for the men's room.  Alas, I was a few seconds too late and I wound up squirting in my drawers.  I had to toss my boxers and finish playing the round with an unfurnished basement,  Felt better, though!

Having said that, I'm with Kerm.  Why are we talking about this?

[Chuck to Chuck]

Because the Cubs, Bears, and Bulls aren't worth talking about and the Hawks are on hiatus.