(o)(o) wrote:This guy I know was saying after a hernia operation he didn't shit for like a week.. when he went it was the size of a football and wouldn't flush.. he was in a bad way due to the op and had nobody to help.. so out of desperation he got a stick from the garden and tried to mash it up in the bowl, but it sttill wouldn't flush, so he started scooping it into bags and was taking it outside to dump at the end of the garden. That's when his neighbour appeared and he had to explain what he was doing...
If we're on "shitting stories", this one in freinds house is...
A friend / regular sofa-crasher of mine went to India for a month. 24 hours before leaving for the UK, he got a bad case of Delhi belly, which made entire concept of the flight back rather "fraught". So he took some imodium. Not "an" imodium, rather "a pack" of imodium. Which got him through the flight - fair enough. So he came back to the flat, slept for a day or two, and everything appeared to be OK, hell, he was even back at work. Until he exited the bathroom looking rather sheepish one morning. Apparently he'd been shaving, suddenly had a slight urge to fart, and about 6 day's worth of septic, liquid, and, above all, foul smelling stomach contents had made itself forcefully out through the orifice provided therefore. Before he'd been able to put down his razor, let alone make it to the toilet.
It took 3 days for our badly-ventilated, basement bathroom to even come close to being enterable, let alone usable. I took my showers at friend's house for a week.
He's still a friend, though.
I've got a good one about burying stuff in the back garden, too. Not poo, though.