This just isn’t a thing. Like smelling your hand after checking your balls is a thing, but this just isn’t a thing.
The only time I've heard this was when our pediatrician encouraged us to take our daughter's temperature rectally when she was constipated and intentionally holding before she was potty trained. I can say that I've never fingered my asshole to elicit a fart either.
I’m still not over ramzoo thinking that a little midnight ice cream after 2 days of butthole piss was a good idea.
I'm getting caught up on the last couple pages while on the can at work. Guy a couple stalls down prolly wondering what these breathy chuckles that I'm trying and failing to stifle are about. Zoo what in the absolute fuck I'm dying here
Don't you have TPS reports to do or something? If loving a bowl of ice cream once a week is wrong I Don't want to be right!
Sure if we're going consider stupidity a medical condition (referring to the previous episode that led to that reference)
hey man i wont shit on you too much because I’m scared to leave my house half the time because i def have ibs but damn
Also for those of you who constantly blow your toilet up like i do try psyllium husk works wonders imo
I am surprised at the shit ton of interest in this thread. I forgot it existed prior to my DIGESTIVE TRAVAILS
Metamucil is like a miracle powder. A combo of that once a day + getting into less stressful work has been like a miracle cure for my bowels.
I didn’t shit my pants today, but I didn’t know where this fit other than here. I got foood poisoning last week and shit my brains out for a couple of days, we’ll I had been taking it easy on food for 2-3 days and haven’t pooped much. My wife and I are now on vacation in NYC and I’m eating everything I can while I’m here. Had pizza for lunch, Korean barbecue for dinner and cheese cake for dessert yesterday. Didn’t shit last night. Walked to the Met from Times Square spent four hours there, ate a bacon egg and cheese croissant in Central Park and a pretzel on the way back. Still haven’t Shit. Get back to my hotel a little bit ago, sat down and out of my asshole comes a solid log that could block the Hudson River. Absolutely the largest shit I’ve taken in my life. I decide to chance it and flush. After staring through my legs and watching a stinky twirly bird not go down I realized thanks to this thread what I needed. A poop knife. Unfortunately, what I don’t have is a poop knife, but what I do have is the left over to go fork from Juniors cheesecake last night. I had to segment the shit into four parts to get it to go down. The end.
That’s pretty much the opposite of what this thread is about but i respect the work it took for you to do all of that i would have just asked them for a plunger personally
I nearly did but I was slightly panicked thinking it wasn’t going to work. I had to stick the fork in it and pull it gently out of the hole so I could chop it up so it could go down
That was a wild ride. A bacon, egg and cheese croissant is a proven and reliable accelerant to shitting your pants. It would have been like a 3rd leg.