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Secret Shitting Gone Sour
I was going to go out party with this girl I met not too long ago. At her house, I really had to go take a shit. I told myself, "I can wait it off till tomorrow" since I would be spending the night at her place. That proved to be wrong, as the stomach pains started to haunt me. I decided to take action. Thing is, all her friends (whom I don't know any) were over in the living room, and I didn't want to attract attention by being absent for 5 minutes. I had to do something.
So what do I do? A test of course. I got up and went to the washroom, while taking notice if they noticed that I left. Fortunately, no one realized I was even gone, since they were having a good conversation. But I didn't take a shit, sadly. I had to redo this.
Ten minutes later, I get up again and this time head to the kitchen. I pretend as if I'm getting a drink. Without them knowing, I quickly slip into the washroom and close the door behind me, silently. Time to shit.
Pants down, I'm already shitting my way to freedom. Two minutes flat with wiping, I'm done (it was a clean shit, no wiping required, I love these). Excellent! I'm almost done. Time to flush.
Too easy. It didn't flush.
Now, picture this scenario: you've got a 20 year old, locked in a washroom, pants on, and he's got a huge piece of shit lying in a non-flushing toilet bowl in front of him. I suddenly started to panic. What the FUCK do I do?
"You can fix this," I told myself, "you can do it."
Like a fucking plumber, I start to take the cover off the reservoir and inspect to see if any damage is present. Nothing, the bowl looks functional! Why the fuck won't it flush? Why do I deserve such cruelty?
Suddently, I take note of the reservoir still filling up (the noise it makes after a flush). Ok, maybe it's still not full enough to flush. I wait exactly one minute till the noise stops...let's try now.
Flush, bitches. The gargantuous shit breaks up into pieces. A great cleaning has occured, as if the shit never happened. I'm fucking free.
I exit the washroom immediately and take a quick wiff to see if any smell exists. None! I just scored a homerun and I'm the fucking champ of the day. I come back to the living room and rejoin their conversation.
Perhaps they knew what I had done...but no one brought up a thing. I rock.
True fucking story.
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Source: Fallout Machine on the FunFreePages Forums
Notes: True story. Also, my girlfriend found out about this event...she found it funny, thank God. :D
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