another accidentHi. Im back because I wet my pants again. My mom wants me to wear my Attends pullups during the day for awhile instead of just at night as I have done my whole life. I had an accident at church tonight. I kept trying to hold it because it seems like people stare at me if I walk out in the middle of service to go the toilet. Maybe I just think they stare but it feels that way. I kept holding and holding and finally my mom was like "do you need to go potty, Christa?" She didn't wait for me to answer she just whispered, "go to the bathroom right now." But I had waited too late, and i was already peeing down my legs and on the carpet. All I could do was tell her my pants were wet and try not to cry. She took me back to the bathroom and helped me change into the dry panties and pants I always carry in my bag. On the way home, a few hours later (we stayed for potluck),we got stuck in traffic and I had another accident. Now my mom wants me to wear my pullups all day for awhile. I try not to have accidents. its not like im lazy. I just don't know why I still wet my pants so much.
Recent daysHello out there, poopers & writers! About two weeks ago I had a brief--and very rare--bout of constipation. On the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th of April I had very difficult bowel movements, and not as many as usual. Up to that day, I had been having two b.m.'s per day, occasionally three; but on those three days it was a struggle to do that. I would go in and sit, but nothing--or perhaps a few plunky pebbles--would come out. I finally had to sit for what seemed like hours, but was really perhaps ten minutes, to get a decent amount of poop out. I didn't bleed or anything, but I surely felt exhausted afterwards. I hoped this was not going to be a new norm of my pooping. I had corresponded with a friend a few states north of here, and she told me that when she was constipated, she never did anything drastic, but just let nature take its course, and sooner or later her normal bowel movements returned. I did the same, and nature did, indeed, take its course. On the 4th, my first poop was large, but terribly difficult to get out. I sat and strained; I stood and hovered and strained; I got up on the toilet rim and squatted and strained; I even put some liquid soap on one finger and inserted it into my rectum to aid in expelling my poop. Finally it came out, but what an effort!
An hour later, I felt the urge again. Knowing that my first movement, though large, was nowhere near all that was in there, I went in and sat on the toilet. To my great relief, I was able to go immediately: six smooth slightly-thinner pieces came out quickly, a medium-large bowel movement, and after it I felt empty. Since then I have had no more constipated movements, though my pace has definitely slowed somewhat. This morning I have already pooped: four thick hefty pieces 3-5" long plus a little pleeper; nice hard push to start, but easy exit after that. It was a good, satisfying movement, and I expect I may have another one later, possibly after breakfast.
Do you ever have what feels like a good bowel movement and then, while sitting there, after a pause feel that you have to go again, and do some more? I call those feelings impulses or waves of poop, and that happens to me maybe once or twice a month. Yesterday one of my movements started with about seven smooth, decent-sized pieces. As usual, I continued sitting to see if that was all; about three minutes later, my rectum filled up again, and I pushed out several more smooth pieces. After that, I felt finished, so I wiped, flushed, and left. Of course, I looked in the toilet before flushing; that was a large bm, just in two separate impulses or waves. How often does that happen to you?
Interesting Bathroom Situations SurveyHey, I have an interesting survey about some bathroom situations.
Situation 1: You're sitting at home, watching T.V., and your favorite program has just come on and is well away from commercial break. You feel the desperate urge to pee. You cannot pause the show or record it or do anything else on those lines. What do you do?
Situation 2: You're in line for your favorite roller-coaster and you've been waiting for a long time and finally, you're almost there but get a sudden,desperate urge to pee/poop. What do you do?
Situation 3: You're getting dressed and are at this stage, completely naked. You feel the urge to pee come over you. You do not have time to finish getting dressed. What do you do?
Situation 4: You're in class and you feel the urge to poop and you're desperate to go. You ask your teacher to let you go but he says you can't go for another 30 minutes until class is over. What do you do?
Situation 5: You're staying for a sleep-over with your friend and her brother. After dinner you watch a movie or two and fall asleep. You wake up tied to a chair. Your friends put laxatives in your dinner and then tied you to the chair while you were asleep. The laxatives kick in and you desperately need to poop. What do you do?
I hope you enjoy my survey.
Church RetreatHey guys, I'm going on another trip in a few weeks for my church. It's a church retreat to ???? from Friday night to Sunday morning and we will get back to our church sometime Sunday afternoon. Other people and I are staying in cabins and I might have another story/experience from this trip. The cabins have showers and toilets for each room. I have gone to ???? before and I have some bathroom experiences including me clogging one of the toilets in the cabins, but no one ever knew it was me. I will post my experience when I get home from my retreat.
Esteban: I have taken a crap with other males in doorless stalls or where there were no stalls. I was great. I miss it.
Dude in Distress
I am recovering from one of the most strenuous craps I have had in quite some time. I am prone to really hard, WIDE craps. This one poked out about an inch and a half and was totally stuck. Nearly an hour went by before I finally passed it. I have found that applying pressure on the taint/perineum REALLY helps when nothing else works. It also makes it less painful.
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Hey, ZipNice to see you posting. I haven't been here in a while because the great beach men's rooms with the doorless stalls have all been renovated from Malibu down to Mission Bay, as far as I can tell. There are a couple in parks relatively near me, but they're not used very much. We need to get back to the feeling that men are men, and taking a dump is a communal experience.
Our Buddy Dump Plus OneLast fall me and my friend Lorenz, who is a year younger than me, he's 12, decided to put some miles on our bicycles since the weather was good for it and it was a Saturday morning and we didn't have anything else to do. So we rode about a mile over to the high school, where our district's stadium is, and there's this really nice track there that you can ride on. Sometimes, we even race. Well Lorenz rode over to my house at 9 and he's always right on time. He had a large water container with him, of which much of it he had already drank, so it was no surprise to me that we stopped in at the coin operated laundry so he could wee. By the time we arrived at the stadium, I could feel my daily poo coming on. He said he did too because drinking lots of water washes his poo out. I guess I hadn't thought about that too much, but admitted it probably made sense. So when we got the school and opened the unlocked gate to get in, I told Lorenz we should go down to the bathroom building. It's right next to the locker rooms. Lorenz, who I've written about because he hates wet toilet seats, said the bathrooms might be in pretty bad shape because there had a been a district playoff game in the stadium, the previous night. I told him that might not be a case because fans would use bathrooms by the concession stands at the top of the stadium. Lorenz said that too many guys have bad aim and wee over the seats.
I noticed that the womens bathroom had a padlock on it. So we walked around to the other side of the building and Lorenz found that the guys bathroom was open. He invited me to come in with him and since we hadn't seen anyone else in the stadium, I thought it would be OK. Once we rounded the wall, we were stunned. There was the old man, who looked to be in his 80s and had a cane standing up against the toilet tank, sitting on the toilet taking his poo. His yellow boxers were at his shoe level. We both gasped and apologized at the same time. He joked that he had been out for a walk and that his prune juice was doing him good. Me and Lorenz laughed and went back outside. While waiting we both had a hard time holding back our laughter, but then we heard a flush and knew the guy would be coming out. The cane helped the guy walk pretty well for his age, and then like an emcee, he used his cane to gesture that the bathroom was all ours.
So me and Lorenz went around the wall again and found two very open toilets. No stalls. No doors. Two toilets that were large and with black seats that were still larger and the shape of a horseshoe. Lorenz offered to take the one on the right just as its flush cycle was ending. He dropped his jean cutoffs and blue boxers to his knee level and I saw him closely watching what I was going to do. I just decided to do my normal thing. I pulled my shorts and undees down quickly as I seated myself. With one blast and within 10 seconds, I had dropped my poo into the bowl. There was a little splash. I turned and tore some toilet paper off the rear wall roll and made two wipes. The second was clean and I turned to Lorenz who was really surprised I had gone that fast. He had repositioned himself a couple of times, and he rocked forward and started to push. He stood up an inch off the seat just as his largest piece cleared and you could hear it drop. He said something about not liking his butt to be all splashed up because his dump was usually pretty heavy. I noticed as he pushed it out, he would take his organ off the front of the seat, and point and bend it into the bowl. I stayed seated until he was done, which was about five minutes later. He used like five wipes and closely looked at each one. Then we spent two hours on our exercise ride.
HerOne night i began driving one of my many gfs, Lizzy home from a dinner at a of course, Mexican restaurant. She was one of the many girls that i dated that was comfortable with releasing stinky farts and dropping huge dumps along with occupying the toilet for most of the time I was with her. During this time on the way home she began releasing some loud and wet farts. Midway through she held her stomach and said "oh' a loud shart came out of her and she said that she really needed to shit. After a race to get to a bathroom she saw that the women s was closed for maintenance. Her stomach was still gurgling and she started to release some farts. She held the bottom of her ass "If I don't shit soon I'm going to explode". I snuck her into the men's bathroom and we moved into the handicap stall. I sat up on the bar so no one could see my feet and I could lookout for her. She ran into the stall and riped her pants down. She had shit stained underwear and her beautiful butt was pale and a little flabby. She turned around and was pretty hairy. I looked closely and she said "Sorry, haven't shaved down there in a while.' An eruption in her bowels came as she sprayed the toilet bowl with her poop. She held her stomach and spread her legs to try and relax but she was having major explosive diarrhea. "Oh My god the tacos killed my stomach, I'm gonna being taking this dump for an hour". But right then, a guy walked in. She immediately stopped pooping in fear of something happening. She held it but the strain in her face was present. The guy started peeing but then Lizzy farted. The guy looked around nervously but just saw Lizzy's legs under the stall. All of sudden she whispered, "Can't hold it and released an atomic bomb of poop in the toilet.
The guy soon looked closer at Lizzy's legs and said "Your a girl." She said Yeah I really really had to go. The man understood but then smelled the bathroom. he walked out in disgust and shortly after wards another huge log dropped out of her ass and she farted quite frequently. After wards she got up and wiped intensely. We snuck out of that McDonald.
last week, I was walking home from school as usual but this time I was with my Friend Tabitha and her little brother Toby who is in first year at our school. Clare wasn't with us as she had left earlier on in the day.
Tabitha is a bit taller than me, slim, blue eyes, long brow hair, toned body and is really pretty. Her little brother toby is a little cutie, he has short blonde hair, is a little bit smaller than me and has a similar body shape to his sister, quite toned.
I didn't have to pick up my little brother that day as he was off ill. I had previously told Tabitha about me and Clare's toilet sessions in the primary school while we waited for my brother to finish. As we approached the primary school, Tabitha said to me "I need the loo, should we have one of these famous toilet chats in here?" and gestured towards the school. I agreed as I needed a pee and depending how things went, I could do a quick poo. Toby was walking between us and when he heard Tabitha say this he said "oh that's good, im bursting for a poop, I'll go in here too". Tabitha burst out laughing at this.
We went through the front door into the toilet bit. We walked Toby over to the boys toilet as neither he or Tabitha had gone to this primary. As we arrived at the boys toilet there was a notice on the door saying 'closed for maintenance'. At first Tabitha said "toby, wait outside for us or you can go home" Toby then said "Oh No, I don't want to wait until I go home, I was ready to poop there, im bursting now" he was looking at us slightly nervously, it was quite cute haha.
Tabitha was a little bit agitated by him I think so she hesitantly said "for god sake come in with me then Toby to the ladies, im so sorry Lara" I just told her that I had a brother too and could sympathise with her.
Tabitha was laughing as she walked in and saw all the tiny toilet cubicles. Tabitha took a cubicle with Toby as she didn't want someone to see him on his own if they came in as it looked a bit better if he was with her. I took the first cubicle and they took the second one in. Tabitha said "let me go for a pee first then you can get on" Toby said "okay be quickish though".
I decided that I was going to do a quick poo in the time it would take tabs and toby to use the loo. I saw Tabitha reach up her skirt to pull down her black tights to her knees. She then pulled her black knickers to her knees also before shuffling her mid-thigh length skirt up to her waist and slowly positioning her thighs on the tiny pan. Toby was just standing in front of her. I pulled down my tights and thong as well as rolling my short skirt up also and sitting on the loo.
I heard Tabs doing a powerful pee, I was only peeing at this point too as I thought I would start my poo when Toby was doing his. Tabitha concluded her pee and I concluded mine. Tabs did a loud fart to which her and Toby laughed at. Rather than wiping as we were both expecting, several splutters of poo ran out from Tabitha's bum into the water. As soon as this happened, Toby said excitedly "did you poop there?" Tabs hesitantly said "yes toby". As soon as she said this, Toby without any hesitation looked over the wall at me and giggled while saying "Tabitha's having a poop, she's pooping!" I stood up slightly and looked over at her and smiled. her face was red with embarrassment.
I think she was embarrassed as she didn't do anymore. She pulled off 5 pieces of toilet paper together and wiped her front and bum I assume as I was on my own loo at this point and didn't want to look over. All of a sudden I saw Tabitha's head and shoulders rise as she danced around to pull up her tights and skirt. she then told toby that he could go now.
I heard toby pull his trousers and underwear down, he then sat down. Tabs was standing in front of him and was looking between me and toby. she smiled and nodded towards Toby as if telling me to look. I did stand up and peeked over and said "hi toby" just to embarrass him. His trousers were at his ankles and his boxer shorts were at his knees. he had his legs slightly open and had his hand between his toned thighs just so no-one saw his privates-even although he had seen ours :/
the first few loud and smelly turds came from Toby's bum, you could hear them crackle as they fell out so I think they were long. I strained a teeny bit as I did a series of small, fast bullets into the pan. Tabitha heard it and faintly laughed and said "are you?" I smiled and nodded. Toby asked Tabitha if I was doing a poo before erupting in giggles, standing up and looking over the wall at me and saying "are you pooping Lara hahaha". Tabitha sharply turned away and screeched "TOBY, Sit back on the loo and leave Lara alone for god's sake!".
A minute or two later as we were recovering from the giggles Toby shouted to me "Lara, would you do a synchronised plop with me and Tabitha could count down" Tabs and I were dying of laughter but I agreed and Tabs said she would count us in.
"3...2....1..plop" toby did a solid big piece which plopped but mine was a bit disappointing but toby found it hilarious.
I was done now so I started to wipe as did Toby. I pulled up my tights and skirt and I saw Toby pulling up his boxers and trousers.
On the way out, Toby said "I'm coming to the toilet with you guys again that was funny" I must admit it was the funniest poo I've ever had haha
Dude in distress
To LindaYes I often have to break it off when I can't get it all out. When I know things are going to be difficult- I try to use lube in advance. But the worst is when It starts coming out and gets stuck. Usually I am able to get things moving by squatting and pushing down on the spot below my tail bone above my crack. Sometimes tho when I am REALLY stuck and desperate- I use my fingers to press around my hole to help things along. Does your room mate manually assist you? If so how?
What come in will come outhi all, thanks Brandon T yup,
The next day when I woke up from surgery I had my room all decorated with flowers ballons and get well cards, and sitting in the chair sleep my love, so I was feeling a urger to my bowels, so I push the help button, so the nurse came asked what's wrong I said need to poop, she said oh medicine worked than, she said one second came back with a bed pan, mmmm I said is there a way I can move out of this bed she said sorry hun your a fall risk right now, I asked can I get adult diaper, she said okay came back with it, she help lift me up little bit pulled down my panties and slide on the diaper after that I start quickly filling the diaper, all done I said, then more nurse came in with wheelchair slowly pick me up put me in the wheel chair poor Marcus sleeping through it must been overnight, so I had go to the shower so. few nurse held me up straight while grandma nurse lather me up with the sponge front to back, and while that, I start peeing on accident so after they clean me they place a diaper over me and hospital gown and hospital socks on my feet, when I got back Marcus was awake and they filled him in what's what, that's all right there so far happened in that morning
@ AnnieAnnie - Great stories, really enjoyed your contributions. Do you poops produce a lot of stink too? Have you always enjoyed pooping or is it something you've grown to like as you've gotten older?
Constipation and others
Just time for a quick reply,comment and update.
Hi yes my friend does also wear high heels to help her strain harder, we use each others heels when we are at each others houses. In my house I have a pair that stay in the bathroom for those unexpected occasions - unless someone moves them - my sister uses them and goes to her room before taking them off.
When my friend did the huge log she was squatting on the floor over some paper. She was wearing heels that time as it makes squatting easier.
I got my poo out the other day - hard and dry and took about 40 minutes.
JW and Linda
You mention adaptor seats that go on the toilet seat to make it better for a smaller bum to sit on, yes we had, and still have one of those in the bathroom for when visiting young cousins etc come to stay. I have to say that as a young child it was much more comfortable to use the adaptor seat on the toilet than to try balancing on the proper toilet seat, which your bum went right into and didnt hold your cheeks open. The special seat was much more supportive and made long sits more bareable.
I used to put it on the toilet during bad bouts of constipation up till I was 9 or 10 ish - that and having my feet raised meant I could strain really hard
I dont think it contributed to my constipation problems, rather it helped me go. I must say I remember hating the potty and prefered the adaptor seat.
Linda you are lucky that you only bleed after you do a poo, I quite often end up with a bleeding bum just from straining before any poo comes out.
I thought that I was heading into another bout of constipation, not having managed a decent poo for 2 days and getting really sore. Today Ive had three sessions on the toilet and finally managed to get it all out in the last session. The first session was after breakfast, It didnt help that I was rusing as I was meeting my friend in town and had to wait for my sister to finish, strained for 40 minutes
and produced a couple of little pebbles. I wore some very tight jeans shorts in town which with how sore my bum was probably wasnt the best idea but by lunch time I felt pressure in my bum so went to the toilets in the shoping centre (mall) and tried again for 20 minutes and did another few pebbles which made my piles (hemorrhoids) really bulge out alot, I suppose the big load of poo trying to push down was pushing them out more. Anyway I wiped and after a couple of wipes and padding there was no dirt or blood but my piles were really bulging out, any way I pulled my black bikini style knickers up and my shorts and could feel the swelling of my piles pressing against the shorts as they pulled up between my bum cheeks. A couple of hours later I went home and went straight to the bathroom, pulled my shorts down and off, - they were a little stained and removed my knickers and sat straining and straining and after several little pebbles splashed in the water eventually a log emerged inch by inch with each strain. It took an hour and I did 1 piece about 6 inches and very nobbly and another about 4 inches and smoother but hard.
I am now wearing a skirt as I have a sanitary pad in my knickers for obvious reasons and will have to see if I can do another poo in the morning.
comments & stuffTo: Natasha as always another great story it sounds like you had a pretty great poop and I bet you felt pretty great afterwards to and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Shitlover first welcome to the site and great set of stories it sounds like had an intresting accident and it sounds like you had a really great poop outside and alot of it from the sound of it and I bet you felt really good afterwards as well and refreshed as well and I look to reading more stories from you cause it sounds like your gonna have a few thanks.
To: Annie as always another great story it sounds like you had a really great poop and it sounds like you really had to go alot to and I bet you felt pretty great once you were done and as always I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Megan great live pooping story it sounds like you had a good poop and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Abbie as always another great story it sounds like you had a pretty good as well as big poop I bet you felt great afterwards to I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: Secret Pooper as always another great story it sounds like you really had to go pretty bad and just made it to the toilet and I bet you felt pretty good once you were done and I look forward to your next post thanks.
To: George as always another great catch it sounds like she was kinda desperate.
Well thats all for now.
Sincerly Brandon T
PS. I love this site
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Hermes gets a Helpmate at WorkI thought I'd drop in and say hi.
Special hello to Jemma, Brandon, George , Megan and John B.
The posts by George remind me of someone who used to work at our place.
(she left over six months ago so I am at liberty to post this story)
As I explained in some of my previous posts, there is a disabled unisex lobby toilet at the foot of the lift-shaft in the East Wing.
It is known by all of us as "the toilet of terror" as the sounds of
everything anyone does in there seems to be amplified and
standing outside the door, it is virtually the same as actually being in there.
In the past,the useless and disorganised filing system was situated
immediately outside this toilet door, and given that it was entirely
normal for people to be looking for something for several minutes,
the chances were that someone would be heard using the toilet.
About eight months ago, in a meeting it was agreed that we had
to do something about the filing and re-organise it.
The job fell to me. I was to be assisted by a member of the nearby X Department.
My helpmate was to be a young woman who I will call Paige.
Paige was a rather chubby nineteen year old blonde with a freckled round podgy face and wore her hair in bunches.She always wore black trousers with either a red or green blouse.
Paige was a very helpful and friendly employee. Sadly, poor Paige suffered from Chronic Flatulence Syndrome (the first and only time I have met a sufferer) and an Irritable Bowel, so she was prone to farting in the office and had to excuse herself every couple of hours, when in her words she "needed to do a plop"
(I have not heard it being called that in many years, but I digress)
I arranged with Paige to meet her at her desk at 10am so we could then go next door to sort out the Filing Department.
I went across to the East Wing and I passed the lobby toilet and noticed that someone was in there.
I heard a sigh and a loud BRRRRUPPKAPLOP as a woman farted and pooed on the toilet just as I walked past.
Paige was not at her desk, and her colleagues said with a giggle that she had gone to the toilet and had left the message that she would be with me soon.
A couple of minutes later Paige appeared from the direction of the lobby toilet and said "Sorry to keep you Hermes, I was doing a plop to sort my insides out before we started".
A strong smell of poo came from Paige's ???? bottom as she checked a couple of things out on her desk before joining me to sort out the filing.
We got off to a good start and had been going around 45 minutes, when as Paige got up from the floor, she suddenly farted with a loud BOOOOWRRRUMMMMP! She giggled and excused herself.
"Thank you for sharing that with us Paige" was a catchphrase used in the X Department whenever Paige farted -usually several times a day, and I used it myself at this point. The X Department looked kindly on Paige's absences from the office and the frequent eggy wafts coming from her desk and and tried to make light of her problems, which she appreciated. Other departments were crueller
referring to Paige as the "farting chav girl" -Paige was a former "wild child" from a council estate, turned office angel.
I was glad that the Filing Department was open plan, because as well as a distant whiff of poo, there was an eggy aroma coming off Paige. Any way we kept on going and just before we broke up for lunch - as part of the deal I was to buy Paige lunch in the canteen.
As Paige got up off the floor again (she was sitting cross-legged on the floor like a Buddha writing labels for the boxes, there was a loud raspy BRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPP from Paige's bottom and she giggled again.
Anyway we walked to the canteen in the West Wing and Paige and I had lunch. Paige enjoyed her food and had two large plates of pasta and four large garlic breads.As we returned to the East Wing, Paige farted loudly with a BRAAAP_WAAPPPPP_WAPPPP as she walked along.
We were about to settle down when Paige said "I am busting for a plop, can you give me five minutes?" She went into the lobby toilet and shut the door and locked it.
I heard her whip her trousers down and the snicker of her pants coming down. I heard Paige ???? her chubby bottom onto the toilet.
Paige peed furiously for ten seconds then there was a BRAAAPP as she farted on the toilet.
There was another BRRRAAAPPPP as she farted again followed by the sound of Paige straining on the toilet.
She went "UHHHH_UHHHH_UNNNN_SPLUUUUUUUTTT_PLOPPLOPPLOP" as a very loud trapped fart and three poos blasted out of Paige's bottom.
There was a BOOOOOWRRRRAPPP_KERPLONK! as Paige did a raspy fart and a larger poo fell out.
There was brief period of quiet followed by Paige grunting and then a SPLUUUUTPLOP as another trapped fart and poo blasted
out under pressure.
There was a BOOOOWAAAARRRRP as Paige farted again then a rapid PLOPPLIP_PLIPPLIP_PLIPP_PLOP_PLOPERTY_PLIP_PLIP_PLIP_PLOP as
Paige pooed out a loud of nugget -like poos.
By this time Paige's "five minutes" were up, and she shouted from inside the toilet that she needed a few more minutes.
I told her to take as long as she needed as I had work do myself which I would not need her help with.
I got on with it and for the next few minutes I did not her Paige doing anything on the toilet.
The quiet was suddenly interrupted as Paige did a BRRRAAAAPP_KERPLOP! followed by another BRRRRAAAAAPPP_KERPLOP!
Paige sighed on the toilet and there was a PLOP-PLOP_PLOP_BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP! as Paige finished with three plops and a very long drawn out fart.
There was a very brief rattle of the toilet roll holder as Paige wiped herself and I heard her pull up her pants and trousers.
Paige flushed and washed her hands before joining me to continue our work. In the hour remaining Paige did not fart, which was just as
well as there was a much stronger poo smell this time coming from the rear of Paige's rather tight black trousers.
In no time at all we had finished and we high-fived each other as I thanked her for her help.
Once Paige has disappeared I needed to pee, and I went into the toilet. As I am involved in Audit work I guess I should give a "true and fair view" of the gory details, so for those interested in such matters, floating in the water, were two of Paige's poos which had not flushed away. One was sausage sized and the other was golf ball sized.There were large brown stains in the bottom of the pan. As my Bullitt Mustang driving Amy Adams lookalike friend KC-who was an expert on all things pooping and was prone to gassy dumps herself would have put it -"the pan had been given a good freckling"
Our work meant that the filing department would be much more efficient from now on, and I always thought of Paige whenever I walked past there.
Paige got a job somewhere else shortly afterwards and often wondered how sympathetic her new colleagues would be to her bowel and farting problems. I hope she is doing well and is appreciated.
Bye for now, take care, keep those posts coming.