Archie Moses
Well-Known Member
There's an awesome video on YouTube of a "poop cannonball."
So, I know we all learned the basics of poop formation back in grammar school, but does anyone really know the mechanics of how various shapes and colors are formed? Like, what are the physics "behind" whether it comes out as one long tube-shaped turd or as several smaller and more spherical turds? Does anybody know?
Grossest question from a sex that doesn't poop ever.So, I know we all learned the basics of poop formation back in grammar school, but does anyone really know the mechanics of how various shapes and colors are formed? Like, what are the physics "behind" whether it comes out as one long tube-shaped turd or as several smaller and more spherical turds? Does anybody know?
Had a cup of coffee thirty seconds ago, so obviously it was time to poo.
March 26, 2014
6:57 A.M.
Urgency: Moderate
Satisfaction: High
Density: High
Constipation level: Had to give it a satisfying push.
Food: Pasta and a grilled cheese sandwich.
Slime level: Low
Burning sensation: None
Pieces: 3
Shape: Solid lump
Pieces of toilet paper used: One
Amount of poo left in butt: None.
Overall: 8/10, Good poo, not big enough to feel amazing.
I srs never realized that I only average one poo a day until I started documenting them.
Dat app doe.
I used to sneak onto a golf course at night and **** in the cup.
I wiped my *** with a friends sock once and left it under his pillow.
I used to flush the toilet in a public restroom right before my **** would come out so that it would hit porcelain and leave a nasty stain.
I've done the upper decker.
I've **** and not wiped my *** so I could moon a room full of people at a party.(you gotta spread em cheeks wide to get the full effect)
The best for last.
I went to a hippie gathering. They just dug these giant pits for people to **** in off in the woods. So I grab my tp and head out. I get up to this pit that looks like a grave with 2 feet of **** in it. So I'm halfway through my business when this crazy hot chick walks up butt *** naked. I'm thinking ummm... next thing I know she pops a squat next to me and we shared a **** in the woods. It was magical. I didn't even get her name.
I once stabbed a guy for pulling a poop prank. Ironically, the knife wound hit his intestines just right, and nowadays he has to wear a little bag strapped to his waste to poop in. Luckily for me, the judge had been poop pranked several times, and he let me off with a warning.
You so scary
You are the real life Walter White, arent you?Some medical issues can wreak havoc on your body on ways you might not expect. I developed "vomiting" diarrhea (explanation forthcoming), as it came to be known, when I was working through a particularly bad bout of pneumonia involving multiple antibiotics. We were having dinner at our house with some of my wife's family who came to visit us while I was sick, spaghetti I believe. I had that gurgly tummy going on and had already squirted some pure liquid streams at a fairly alarming velocity. One even hit the back of the toilet and carried over out under the toilet seat spraying the wall and back of the toilet with a nice greenish brown shade.
Well I thought I had it pretty much under control while we were eating, but about halfway through dinner I felt the ole stomach starting to bubble again. I could tell this was something different as the cramping set in full force. I stood to excuse myself, turned part way around to leave the room, and stumbled a little over the chair leg, catching myself at exactly the wrong angle, when my colon vomited, and I mean a totally involuntary, violently cramping spastic spray of fecal hell at an alarming rate of both speed and volume. It came clean through the sweat pants I was wearing, and exited in a fine mist that coated the table, chairs, food, dishes, and the people on the other side of the table in that same earthy greenish brown. It was punctuated with spurts of gas that seemed to accelerate the rush of liquid poo and cause splattering that managed to hit about a 160 degree radius from the point of exit. I felt like my intestines were being ripped out of me with a treble hook.
It continued as I tried to run down the hall, shooting down my pant leg coloring my socks and leaving little greenish puddly footprints everywhere I stepped. Ironically, it appeared my colon had shot its entire wad by the time I got to the actual toilet and all I could muster was a few little farts and a minor squirt. It was a 2 hour job for 3 people to clean it all up, especially considering it triggered more than one bout of regular vomit from our "guests". The incident is still spoken of in awe to this day, if spoken of at all.
If there is any consolation, apparently my father-in-law caught it full-on in the face while taking a bite of spaghetti. Gotta appreciate the little things sometimes.
You are the real life Walter White, arent you?
Have not pooed since this. WTF is going on.March 26, 2014
6:57 A.M.