Shat sounds classier. Can almost hear it in a British accent when reading.

I’m pooping right now TBH

Just shat at the Y. Lost about three pounds.

After shitting at Kohls, shitting anywhere else just isn't the same.

I'm pooping at work! Epic!!!

Pooping at Costco rn!

I was on a rural work trip today. An hour after lunch I felt those really bad cramps that make you hurt all the way down to your ballon knot like you sat on an electric fence. I was an hour from home and as I cruised down the hwy I started looking at the rows of hay bales wondering if I could get there dry…and then would keep going hoping I could get to the next town. I drove fast and furious doing breathing exercises and trying to draw the monster back in the cave….i pass an unkept gas station….fight on soldier….and I accidentally pass the most common gas station in the state….i make it a couple of blocks past the county courthouse and I realize disaster is pending….ill never make it home. U turn….pull into the parking lot and the mental battle begins….can I make it inside. If I make it inside, where is the outhouse most likely to be? Is it a court day and will there be a line? I’ll be destroying a garbage can in public view if there is…..

Fortune favors the bold…as I penguin walk past thr people on the stairs to the basement….there it is in all glory. A family restroom…unoccupied….single stall, lock on the door….and it was clean. It was clean.

I’m looking for a survivors group to work through my PTSD…but this thread will do.

Thnk u for ur sacrifice I was on the edge of my seat

Until a few years ago, I would have merely tipped my hat. But then I had my gall bladder removed and brother, I 100% understand. I swear sometimes I’d win Olympic gold if tightening that puckering string could lift weights.

I’m glad you made it. I’ll hoist a cold one in your honor. Stand tall, my friend. Stand tall.

I can hear Johnny Cash singing

I shat myself today…

I was driving again today and contemplated just how close I was to disaster. The only way I can adequately say it would a jack in the box jumped out when I started to squat….or maybe someone opening the prank can of spring snakes.



No survivors guilt today or any day on this topic.

I think all mankind can relate to this post.
I’ve literately shat in an empty Amazon box at an abandoned building because I misjudged the urgency of the matter in the previous town.
If I come home and the bottom of my white T-Shirt is ripped off my wife says “You had an emergency didn’t you?”

Having my gall bladder removed did it to me...after that it was at least 6 months before I could actually eat and not have to be within 10 minutes of a bathroom.

I had to laugh after my surgery...the attending Nurse told me it would be best to stay away from Mexican or Chinese food for a while....I didn't listen to her and 2 weeks after the surgery my wife and I went to dinner with another couple to a Hibachi Restaurant...we left shortly after finishing our dinner...let's just say the last 5 minutes of the ride required some hard cheek clenching action and a very hilarious run from the car to the bathroom.

I dropped a solid piece at Barnes and Nobles over the weekend.

8/10 - decent lighting - quality paper - roomy stalls.

A little sad that there are fewer and fewer B&N's these days.

Is this the Caliendo re-signed thread?