Princess Toadstool Peach
Taking a Bedtime BM Break sitting on the Potty also Weeing
Hello everyone I am Princess Toadstool Peach and today I am getting ready for bed. I already had a shower, brushed my teeth, shaved my pubes. But now it's time for me to pinch my loaf if you know what I mean. I'll use my white plastic potty tonight! I put the potty in the middle of the floor, lift up my dress, pull down my royal panties to my ankles, give my bottom a little wiggle and then I sit down on the potty adjusting myself and then I read the newspaper waiting for my wees and my poos to come out. I sat, waited, tapped my feet read a couple of Garfield comics, until my big bladder tingles and before I knew it after relaxing and squatting gently I started on my royal wee."TSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSsssssssssshhhhhhh drip drip drop!" Then I get started doing a big fibre filled BM thick 5 inches poo pushing and squatting it all out. Until it comes oozing out of my bottom poo hole. (TOOT…PAAAARRRPP PLUNK PLUNK PLUNK SPLUNK PLOOP PLOP SPLASH!!) That's so much better time to wipe! I wipe my vagina bladder with two squares of toilet paper after my wee and then I wipe my bottom with two squares after my poo. I then after I am done empty all my business into the toilet after I pull up my panties and lift down my dress and then flush it away. Smell you later! And I'll see you guys later I gotta get ready for bed. (YAAWWWNN!!!!) Bye bye now!Hi, I'm the person who posted recently about pooping my pants while my roommate was in the shower. I wanted to add one more detail to my story which felt interesting at the time.
I didn't feel embarrassed when it happened, more curious and surprised than anything (as I mentioned). Nobody ended up witnessing it and my roommate never found out, so I didn't think there was anything to be embarrassed about at the time.
A few years later, I was playing 'Never have I ever' at a house party, and someone admitted to having had an accident, which lead to people sharing accident stories. A fair few others had had them too, which made me feel part of the gang, until I realized theirs all seemed to have a theme.
Everyone else's stories were alcohol or partying related, like getting sloshed and pissing one's pantyhose at the club, or blacking out and wetting the bed. I became conscious as people went around that it made more sense to have an accident while drinking, since it does involve consuming a lot of fluid and lowering your motor skills, etc. Mine however, had no such excuse. I noticed I felt reluctant to share and when it was my turn, I stammered and blushed while admitting I had been stone cold sober, I had simply held it until I became desperate and then been unable to make it to the bathroom in time. Everyone was friendly about it of course, but after that night a memory I had which was more a curiosity than anything, formed into something a bit shameful. Funny how that works.
Tricky
The doorless stall at the park
I was on a long bike ride lasting the entire day. As I often do, I needed to poop in the middle of the ride. As I was riding through a park, I found a nearby restroom by a soccer field where some teenagers were playing a game, locked my bike up, and headed into the restroom. I've used this one before and knw the layout.
Upon entering the restroom, the first thing seen upon entry was a side view of two partitionless steel urinals that went all the way to the floor, and a steel toilet with a black seat and only the back third of it obscured by a stall wall that looked like it once had a door, except the door wasn't there anymore. The sink was next to the urinals, and had a mirror getting a side view of both urinals and the toilet.
This wasn't an emergency and I probably could have held it, but I have used doorless stalls many times before, and didn't want it to become an emergency later during the ride. I've pooped outside enough times to know I prefer to use a restroom, so I didn't delay. I could tell it was going to be fairly large, which was another deciding factor regarding why I decided not to hold it. I walked to the toilet, pulled my pants down to my upper legs as I took a seat, with my shirt covering my privates. The back of the stall wall wasn't much and did not do anything to obscure anyone from seeing me sitting on the pot.
As I felt the solid turd breach my sphincter, I heard two voices chatting outside, a man's and a woman's.
The turd started sliding out.
*PLFTPHRTPHLFTSLUPTFLFTRT*
In walked a young man in his late teens or early 20s, a white guy with blonde hair. He saw me sitting on the toilet, and took a pause. At this point, my poop was audibly working itself out of me.
*PLOP*
The first turd dropped in, and more was on its way.
He turned around and walked out. Then I heard some talking outside the restroom.
"I can't go here."
"Why not?"
"There's only one shitter and some guy's taking a shit. Let's go somewhere else."
"You have to poop?"
"Yeah."
"We can wait for him to finish."
"There's no door."
"Really!?"
"Yeah. I... don't like this place. I'll wait until we get home."
"You sure?"
"I'll be alright."
They walked away. More continued sliding out.
*FFTPLURTPHLUPTFFFT*
More crackling continued for about the next minute straight as I let gravity do the work and slowly pull it out of me. In walks this middle-aged black man. He ignores me and heads straight for the first urinal.
He sighs, unzips his pants, and starts peeing.
*WOMP-P-P-P*
He cracks a loud fart and whispers to himself "Oh Lord!"
*PLOP*
Another turd drops in, and I feel more on the way out. He stood there pissing as if nothing was abnormal about the fact that I was sitting a few feet from him with my butt exposed, pushing excrement out of my alimentary canal, in full view with nothing left to the imagination. This was in stark contrast to the man who just immediately NOPE'D himself on out of there upon seeing me on the toilet.
*PHLUPSHRTFLFTPT*
More continued sliding out.
He zips up, and walks out without flushing the urinal or washing his hands.
I felt the turd get wider and harder. I now had to start pushing. As I'm straining, I hear more footsteps.
Two boys of about 15 years old walk in. One, a hispanic kid in a sports shirt and shorts, goes to the urinal to pee, the other, a well-tanned short and skinny white kid with curly blonde hair in a broccoli cut, wearing the same sports shirt, stands there eyeing me for the next 15 seconds or so as if in a state of panic, then turns around and walks out. The pee-er takes a minute or so to finish, flushes, and washes his hands, getting a side view of me sitting on the can through the mirror.
*PLOP* *ROR-r-r-r-r-T*
3rd turd dropped in accompanied by a loud fart. Yet more to come. The hispanic boy walks out. I hear them talking.
"What's up with you?"
"I need to take a crap."
"Hahahaha. Some loser's already in there taking a shit. Wait your turn and then go."
"I don't want people watching me."
"My dad won't be here to pick us up until the game is over. Looks like you're f---ed."
"F---. Why does this place not have a door?"
"Just go. It's no different than school."
"I don't go at school."
"Yeah you do. We both did that one time. Mr. Rickards walked in on us in the locker room, remember?"
"Okay, I did one time. It was an emergency."
"Isn't this?"
"Not really, but I can't run like this."
"Suck it up and go. Or sit on the bench and wait it out."
*PLOP*
4th turd dropped in. I started wiping. Fortunately, it wasn't too big a mess.
"Okay. I'll wait for that guy to finish."
"I'm going to rejoin the game. Take your time. Relax. Hahahaha."
"F--- you."
It only took three passes before my butt was clean. I pulled my pants up, and looked into the toilet bowl. There was one long log stretching from the drain inside the bowl to just above the water line, and three other logs each about four inches long. I flushed, and the toilet sputtered with most of it going unflushed. I waited about 15 seconds and flushed again, and it all went down, leaving greenish-brown streaks all over the toilet bowl.
I washed my hands and left. As I was leaving the building, the boy who was waiting his turn gave an awkward glare at me. As I got to the nearby bike rack and was about to unlock my bike, I saw him walk into the restroom. I spent a minute or so checking my phone before getting my bike unlocked, when I realized I needed more water for the remainder of the ride. There were no water fountains around in the immediate vicinity, so I decided to fill my water bottle up using the sink inside.
A fat middle-aged man with two small boys of about 3-5 years old and a frail old man that may have been his father all slowly walked into the Mens' room in front of me.
I walked back into the Mens' room, water bottle in hand, and the middle-aged man and the larger of the two small boys were both using the two urinals, while the old man and the smallest boy were waiting their turn. The young soccer player with the broccoli haircut was on the toilet with his pants at his ankles, sitting there with his butt exposed and hand holding down his private, head down and face beet-red with embarrassment. I could hear him farting. I filled my water bottle while my eyes were assaulted with the reflected image from the mirror, the two standing at the urinals holding themselves to aim and the kid on the crapper clearly in a hurry to get done and out of there, with zero consideration to their privacy offered by the room's design. I heard a loud *PLOONK* come from the toilet he was sitting on followed by another fart. The soccer player started rolling the TP as I was putting the cap back on the water bottle. I turned around to walk out, and I could see that the positions changed at the urinals and the kid with the broccoli cut was now wiping his butt. I quickly left.
As I was unlocking my bike, I saw the soccer player exit the room, doing the walk of shame with a blank or possibly slightly angry expression on his face. He didn't like being intruded upon. About 30 seconds later, he was followed out by the 4 other people that served as an audience to his bowel movement.
A stall door would have been nice.
An accident is such a unique experience you never forget it, or at least I never have. I had one many years ago and I still remember how surprised I was by how it happened.
When I was a student, I shared an apartment with a roommate and had a part time job washing dishes at a restaurant. The job suited me because I was a little shy, and a little socially awkward, and liked that I didn't have to interact with people too much. I was still a little shy at home too, my roommate was still a fairly new person to me and he was nice, but I need time to warm up to people.
One day I was holding my poop during my shift. I still felt a little embarrassed about using the bathroom at work (see above re: socially awkward) so I just preferred to go at home. By the end of my shift I'd been holding it over an hour, and had to go pretty bad. My bladder was fairly full too, although the main issue was needing a number two.
I drove home anxious to get relief, and nearly lost it in my pants while getting out of the car, which drove home how dire the situation was. I hustled up the stairs and burst into the apartment, rushing towards the bathroom. At this point, I realized my roommate was in the shower, loudly playing music and singing along. I cringed and blushed, because I was way too shy to knock on the door and tell him I needed a huge dump. No way! I was determined to just hold it and though it was definitely an emergency at this point, I just didn't know what else to do.
I'd left some dishes in the kitchen that morning, so I went in and started cleaning up to distract myself. I was fully at the point of doing a potty dance and grunting to relieve the unbearable pressure. And then, what happened next shocked me. I had never thought about what having an accident would be like, but in retrospect I've thought about it and I think I assumed that I just wouldn't be able to hold it anymore, and my body would relax and open up. Well, this did not happen. I was clenching for dear life, my backside absolutely locked down, and I never felt my resolve failing or my ring open up or anything. As far as I was concerned, everything was clamped fully down, so imagine my surprise when I realized something warm was growing between my cheeks. I felt confused, so I reached back and gasped when I could feel a lump. It was coming out! I short circuited for a second, because I was still clenched for dear life and yet, here I was laying an egg in my shorts.
I felt back again and the lump was growing, the pressure still so unbearable, so at this point I realized, shit, this is happening, I might as well relax. So, I stopped clenching and let it happen. Everything came out much faster then, and suddenly I was also aware that my crotch was feeling warm too. I'd started peeing without even realizing it. It was honestly so odd the way my body just decided to override me, I have never forgotten the feeling!
Once it was over, I found a plastic grocery bag and tore two leg holes in it, so I could wrap my dripping bottom half up in a kind of diaper style and prevent anything leaking onto the carpet. I quickly mopped up my pee puddle from the floor, and waddled, red face and wobbly legged into my bedroom to await the bathroom. I stood there and contemplated my day. An hour ago I was a grown man with a job and now, I was a person wearing a grocery bag diaper with a heavy load in his soaked pants. Hard to make sense of.
I won't detail the clean up, but anyway the accident did help with my social anxiety somewhat. I was definitely less weird about using the bathroom after that, as much as I was shy I definitely didn't want to become a guy who shits himself. But anyway, I have never forgotten that curious sensation of my body just deciding what to do for me. Where else in life do we experience that?
Regular Mike
Poop in front of a full-length mirror
Hi. For the past year or so I have taken a squat poop in front of a full-length mirror, about once a week. I don't usually have trouble emptying my bowel, but I figure it might help to take a squat once every week or so in case it helps to achieve a complete elimination of waste. It does seem that when I squat I can push everything out in one action.
Today I really had to go and I could feel that I was pretty full. So I grabbed a paper plate, took off my clothes, and took my squat in front of the mirror. There is a door frame right next to the edge of the mirror, so I can hold on to that to brace myself and to allow myself to set my center of gravity back a bit so as to allow for a full squat. I relaxed and a couple of tiny pieces fell out. I did not take my usual daily poop the day before yesterday, although I did poop yesterday. In any case, I knew that having missed a poop a couple of days ago meant that I had a little more poop than usual. Also, naturally, the poop that had been in my bowel the longest amount of time would be a little firmer than my usual poop. So, after having dropped the two little pieces, it was as if I had to inhale a small breath and brace myself for a modest push to get out the firm piece that was now waiting to exit. I pushed and the firm piece, measuring one and three-eighths inches in diameter and four inches in length, came out and fell over onto the plate. As soon as it was out, the gate was open for all the rest to come out. That is, the mushy but well-held together and solid poop that is characteristic of my normal daily poops. The mushy poop was about one and one-third cups in volume. And all of it just rushed out at once. It was hilarious to watch in the mirror.
I then stood up and sat on my toilet to rest and to wait to see if there was any more that needed to come out. I sat for a few minutes, but there was no more poop waiting to come out.
Does anyone else take a squat on a regular basis, even if not most days? What about pooping in front of a mirror? It's interesting to watch the process unfold. I think it's also a good idea to get an occasional up-close look at your poop just to get used to it and thereby empower yourself to be able to see any changes that might occur in your poop later down the road.
Grade School Toilet Memories
I have memories of adjusting to use the toilets at my grade school.
1) I didn't have much confidence and raising my hand, even when I had been promoted to 4th grade was hard for me. Our regular teacher was out a lot that year and we had a sub often. She had this timer that she ran while I was out of the room.
2) I know that timer running made me less confident in being able to sit and start my wee. Sometimes I just got frustrated and when I couldn't get my wee to start, I simply got off the toilet and left back for class.
3) My pediatrician told my mom I needed to relax more on the toilet. He suggested that I flush it each time I got off it to make my sit seem normal to the others in the bathroom.
4) I think I batted about 50 percent success when we had one of our classroom toilet breaks. I was really conscious that others were waiting for me and that I was standing out and holding them up too.
5) Sometimes I would leave the cafeteria line, sacrifice my space, and hurry down to the toilet because I was afraid of having an accident. I stood out always leaving and then being at the end of the lunch line. I hated that.
6) I remember being in great distress one Friday morning. I had held in my crap the previous day and it wouldn't come out when I got home the previous afternoon. Now it was coming out and I had to stand three deep in a line for a toilet. There was some smear in my panties, but otherwise I made it.
7) I sooo hated my classmates who calm and collected could wait their turn, get themselves on and off the toilet sometimes in less than a minute.
8) When I was in 1st grade and mom came with me to open house she need to wee just before our principal started the program. I went out with her and she hurried into a toilet with a half-high door, dropped herself onto the seat and weed for what seemed to be forever. It was quite loud, too, probably because we were the only ones in the bathroom. She didn't wait to wash her hands. I didn't say nothin'
Lena
Introduction
Hi there, I am Lena and I am 33 years old. I am from Germany near the Alps. I been reading here for a couple years by now and I am starting to write to.
I think going to the bathroom is a pretty interesting topic, whether it is Number 1 or 2. I do have some stories to tell, even though I may not have that much time for it as a mother of two.Nytecat
Three skidmarks in four days!
I was doing relatively well in 2024. I managed to keep my underwear clean every day except for one. But that stretch of good luck finally ran out. About a week ago, my poop went from clean and solid to soft and messy. It's usually a temporary change that lasts a day or two. But in this case it harassed me for a week.
This meant my usual 5 to 10 minute daily pooping sessions took much longer and left me with a harder time wiping myself clean when I was done. Sometimes I didn't have the patience for a complete job. That was the case Tuesday when I ended up with a little streak in the bottom of some gray briefs. Not a big deal.
On Wednesday I forget if I went number two at work or not. But that night before I went to bed, I felt a big dump coming on. So I went to the bathroom, pulled everything down and spent the next 20 minutes pushing out what I could. It was uncomfortable but not painful. When I was done I tried wiping and it was pretty messy. But I was so tired I didn't care. I was wearing a pair of black Hanes men's briefs so I thought how bad could it get? So I went to bed and decided to get some sleep. I got up a couple times overnight to pee and I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. But when I got up for work I could feel my briefs embedded in my butt crack. It was itchy too so I said that's enough and pulled them out. And guess what? It stuck to the area around my butt hole like it was glued. Yuck! Once I managed to pull them down there was a conspicuous brown blotch inside. That's about as bad as it gets for me. So I tossed them in the dirty clothes basket and after a quick shower I was good to go.
For Thursday I wore pink women's panties. I must've been able to do an adequate wiping job when I took my daily dump because those stayed clean all day. Friday would be a different story. Pooping that day was unremarkable and I hardly recall going. But when I got home after work my butt was itchy. I looked in my gray string panties and there was a three inch streak in the bottom. Come on!
At that point I decided I was going to start lining the bottom of my underpants with toilet paper after pooping until my bowels settled down. On Saturday I wore green Fruit of the Loom men's briefs for St. Patrick's Day Eve. That day went without incident and I think I'm back to normal.
Time for a quick shout out to Pete. I knew I was hardly alone when it came to protecting underwear with paper products. But I didn't know it had a name, heh. Hopefully I won't need a manpon again anytime soon.
Sunday, March 17, 2024
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Last Wednesday woke at 06:30 had a wee in potty in bedroom went downstairs made and drank tea washed brushed my teeth , had a wee in THETFORD 33 in shed .I walked to the village stores bought a lottery ticket ,came home had a wee in shed again before getting into van.
I started my ninety mile journey to LYMINTON HAMPSHIRE after Thirty Miles
pulled into a layby, pulled ADVENTURIDGE PORTA POTTIE from locker pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants ,sat on pottie and went a NUMBER TOO after ten minutes wiped with eight sheets of ELSAN BLUE ROLL toilet paper.
this was my first poop for Thirty Six hours.
Two Hours later pulled into layby in NEW FOREST pulled pottie from locker. had a wee , then had some lunch then sat on pottie and had my second NUMBER TOO wiped with ELSAN BLUE toilet paper then drove to my destination
Anna from Austria
Just some replies this time
@Brandon That's true. The open door toilet situation could have turned out way worse. Pooping in crowded bathroom with open doors while other women waiting in front off me would have been worse.
In that regard i was lucky Since I used the stall that the farthest away the women entering the bathroom did not see me. They just knew that someone was in there pooping.
@Chakamami Thank you very much for your nice words about my age. And you are right. It is bad manners to comment on the noises other people make while defecating.
I do not know what is so funny about that. Some younger women are just weird. That readhead was especially weird. Because she was also making weird grunting noises. They were at leat as loud as my usual pooping noises.
That's it for today
Greetings from Austria
AnnaDoctor Harper
Response to Zoe
Hi Zoe.
My name is Harper, i am 16, focusing on becoming a doctor. My main interests are bowel bodily functions, and vice versa.
I thought i was the right one to answer your questions. You see, i am not a doctor yet. But i am soon to be. You have asked many great questions, i will try to answer them.
Poo is your bodys garbage, waste material, that the body can't obtain and will have to dispose off. Like when your parents say TAKE OUT THE GARBAGE OR NO DINNER, (lol) The poo is hereby often made a percentage of what you eat, and rest body waste. It's healthy to poo, and pee and get rid of it!
If you drink more, you also pee more, because your kidneys (which produce your pee) fills your bladder, and if you like me, wanted to study because of numerous accidents due to small bladder when i was younger, you know how emptying your bladder several times a day may be handy! So listen to your body signals telling you you need to pee, and do not hold it in for too long! Pee is mixed with water, called urine.
Which means if you eat more, you poop more. But you drink more than you eat a day, which often means you pee more often!
Your poo-poo can vary in size and smell, because of the food you eat and how good your body obtains the material that it CAN use.
I wrote on page 2294: Some kids have large movements because of long intestines, which are shorter than grown peoples are, when people grow. Which means that poop can be a larger amount pr meal per stool produced.
AND yes, everyone poop Zoe! Your parents, your brother or sister, your granddad who is old, even the president! I even heard the president uses diapers sometimes! My friend poops and even has stories from school about poop, i might post them here some day!
Usually, people poop when they feel the need to. But did you know, that you can train your body to poop at special times a day? People usually poop in the bathroom. Some poops in pants, or if you have trouble holding it, you might need to wear diapers, like if you wet the bed. Urine can irritate the skin and make it sore, so it is important to change clothes if you had an accident. Smaller accidents can dry out and not make any damage to your skin.
If you need to poop and your friend takes a long time in the bathroom there might be various reasons, like your friend ate more than you, or his or her body need to get rid of more or less stuff. Your friends poop might also be harder og easier to get out. There is a lot of different factors. My friend once took half an hour to poop. He said he felt a little constipated.
School bathrooms are made to be used! But some kids don't like to use them, and will hold them till they get home, resulting in accidents! You might need to talk to your parents and tell them that is important to use a bathroom if one is provided where you are when you need to go!
You can choose to ignore to poop, but not for long. Ignore it for days, and you might end up having trouble getting it out! (Constipation) To get a poo out thats stuck might require medicine, which makes your bowels use water to get the poo-poo going, often ending in softer stools! Some medicine will make you need to poo in 15 minutes!
If you're having trouble with pooping, it's a good idea to talk to a grown-up you trust, like your parents or a doctor. They can help you figure out if there's anything you can do to make it easier.
Remember, you even coming here takes courage. It took years before i had the guts to investigate all of this!
I hope this helped you!
Have a great day!
-HarperSTEPHEN .P
KEEPING REGULAR
Woke this morning had wee in THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie in bedroom put on dressing gown went downstairs . I filled and boiled kettle and made tea then I had to have a NUMBER TOO ,went upstairs took off my dressing gown and pants,sat on THETFORD ELEGANCE pottie .I had a wee the went a NUMBER TOO six minutes later pulled ELSAN BLUE toilet paper from stand and wiped
Yesterday I had a load of stir fry for dinner and a bowl of ALL BRANN
for tea . I was hoping to had done MY number too in the campervan but I was desperate , hopefully tomorrow. I got dressed carried the pottie outside drank my tea then emptied the pottie in outside drain.
POOPING IN CAMPERVAN
Drove home from GYM last night,pulled into drive pulled pottie from locker pulled down my jogging bottoms and pants,sat on pottie .Immediately
had a wee a few minutes later I pushed and pooped I really needed to go.
I sat for ten minutes in total before wiping I used the last eight sheets of toilet roll.The pottie I left in the galley area and took a new toilet roll from the overhead locker put onto holder on door then went into house had a bowl of ALL BRAN.
This morning woken by alarm clock ,had a wee in the bedroom pottie went downstairs had two mugs of tea ,washed brushed my teeth then went to campervan to use the pottie .I placed a paper towel on back of bowl then pulled down my pants and jogging bottom ,the sat down.I had a long wee almost a minute,leaned forward arms around my knees and had a BM it was awesome ,the after effects of a visit to the GYM and a large bowl of ALL BRAN before going to bed.
I have just had a large plate of stir fry anticipating I will have another enjoyable NUMBER TOO tomorrow morning
Portia Sometimes Poos
Response to Violet Indigo
One little pet peeve I have is when they have gendered single person toilets. This is not even about those multi stall gender neutral toilets I've seen. It's such a stupid thing to do since a single person toilet is for one person's use regardless of sex so why don't just not make them open to the next person who needs it. The reason we segregate toilets by sex is to give people privacy in their bodily functions from the opposite sex, this is not something to worry about in a single person toilet.Furthermore, the term woman's toilet is a modification of the term toilet and narrows the function of the toilet by limiting who can use it. Because of that I don't get the term "all gender restroom" we should just call them "restrooms"
Charlotte from WI survey Answers
1. Have you ever pooped or peed in your car?
Yes, I was 8 and my parents were doing a cross-country drive. They had been profusely praising of my sister, 2 years older than me, for anticipating bathroom needs and making good decisions, whatever that meant. On I35, about an hour into our trip segment, I had to poop, but my dad asked why I hadn't said anything at the last rest stop. He cussed and used some big words that I didn't understand. But my sister got a laugh out of it. So I did a little fart and dropped a medium size crap ball in my shorts. I was lucky because I kept my legs close together and it didn't smell. About 50 miles later at another stop for my sister's needs I took care of it. Luckily my dad didn't come in. I faked crapping by sitting on the toilet, I took a piece of toilet paper and lifted the ball out of my pants and dropped it between my legs in the toilet. There was very little damage to my white underwear.
2. How much do you fart when you pee?
Very little by the time I was about 12. Guys were given a hard time at the urinals if they did that.
3. Are/were your parents open to your toilet fun?
No. When dad took me into a public bathroom he would say "done & out," which meant no lingering or off-task behavior. When traveling, he and I would crap next to one another in adjacent booths. He would dump and be out within 2 minutes and back at the car. He sent my sister back to yell at me to hurry up. Then he would make a joke about whether I "fell in."
4. Name your favorite posters and stories on here that should be read?
This goes back a few years. I'd say Vincene, Tlana, Braidy, Thunder and
Curious Cody.
For Violet Indigo:
What do you mean by not understanding why urinals are so normalized? They may be somewhat fearful to us guys at first but I think most of us just go along with the flow (bad pun!).
For Nytecat:
Me and my best friend in 5th & 6th grades loved to "cross swords" in the school bathroom. But we did lift the seat first. But we still didn't win Students of the Week.