the instructions say to put the tab at the front but i put them at the back.
i'm a rebel like that.
Must spread rep...Drop trou and sit on the seat, you pussy.
Drop trou and sit on the seat, you pussy.
If nothing on the seat of a Navy ship killed me, then I have nothing to fear at Chevron.
Navel <> NavalTypically, how many AIDs infected tranny whores are conducting their business in the toilet stalls of a Navel ship? Not talking the ship yards here, actual commissioned floating vessels???
Thank you - I still want the answer though.Navel <> Naval
You can't handle the answer to your question.Thank you - I still want the answer though.
Once in high school, one of the mentally handicapped children decided to take it one step further: to see how much of the commode and stall he could cover with explosive diarrhea. Even I was surprised at the outcome.Is it possible to poop facing the toilet. Or even sitting facing the back of the toilet?
the AC SlaterIs it possible to poop facing the toilet. Or even sitting facing the back of the toilet?
Drop trou and sit on the seat, you pussy.
Must spread rep...
C*ck-bl*cked on the rep spread. Little help?Do they make a rectangular model for teh upper decker?
A squat toilet? Have you never had the pleasure? You sir, are missing out.Is it possible to poop facing the toilet. Or even sitting facing the back of the toilet?
Damnit, I meant that should be for MoQuigI can't help but notice that Mandown earned himself a custom title.
Is it any different than just dropping a deuce in the woods?A squat toilet? Have you never had the pleasure? You sir, are missing out.
I can't help but notice that Mandown earned himself a custom title.
Verily, I hath laughed heartily.Damnit, I meant that should be for MoQuig
Well, I guess I'm stuck with it now
I only use them when things have reached desperation stakes. 180 degree spread can be achieved. Unpleasant. But yeah, like when you're in the bush and you've gotta go....bombs away.Is it any different than just dropping a deuce in the woods?
i managed to do that on a camping trip... where i was one of the leaders. in fact i wrote about it here on RM in the embarassing thread.Once in high school, one of the mentally handicapped children decided to take it one step further: to see how much of the commode and stall he could cover with explosive diarrhea. Even I was surprised at the outcome.
one of mine: somehow i got roped into being an unpaid counselor on a ymca bike trip to the san juan islands (wa). i was 17, this in the summer before i departed for college. all was going just fine, and i was getting along well with the older counselors and the 12-14 year old campers.
on the last night one of the counselors bust out a suspect looking bag of hot dogs. feeling rather deprived of meat (or even distantly meat related) products from a week of eating cheap-macaroni swill i ate one. in retrospect it probably wasn't cooked all that thoroughly either...
fast forward to the middle of the night, when i wake up in my tent with a sense of extreme, primal urgency. i managed to hustle my way to the outhouse just in the nick of time, but then once inside all hell broke loose. i don't have a clear memory of what happened, but suffice to say that all 4 walls, floor and ceiling bore a uniform covering of, er, liquefied loaf in about a minute. it was horrifying. it was all over my clothes. it was the middle of the night in a campground.
i ended up enlisting the help of the other counselors, who taped the door shut after surveying the battle zone, and threw away all the clothes i was wearing at the "real" bathroom up the hill (read: running water). i had the overwhelming impression that i still retained some of the smell, however, so the ride back into civilization in the van the next day had me huddled in one of the front seats hoping that the stench wouldn't permeate back to the unwitting camper-kids...
heh