Never been brave enough to just let one rip without being on the bowl and prepared for clean up. Too high a risk of non-gaseous release.

I think I just saw a picture of Jesus on the dunny roll :confused:

Yes, I have successfully slept on the crapper on several occasions during late night IBS episodes. The wall is close enough in the throne room I can lean on it and sleep without falling over or off. No pillow, but have thought seriously about getting a padded seat.

Quite an experience waking yourself up shooting the brown water cannon. Very relieving when you realize you are already on the crapper.

No, that was Muhammad. :eek:

5hit! The noises from my guts are scaring the fcuk out of me.

I'm now waiting for an alien to burst through. :eek:

I don't care who the fcuk it is as long as he gets the fcuk outta my arse!

Oh, forgot the green font back there :D

It's going from bad to worse.

Paint me green and call me wicked.....IT BURNS, IT BURNS!

Bugger!

In the rush to get back here I forgot my pillow. :(

So everyone start telling stories that will get people to laugh hard. That should Jeff all cleared out.

Joe, why doesn't that surprise me.

Someone has a lot of time on their hands.

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In honor of Jeff's circumstances went and had a spicy tex-mex lunch. Did however, follow it with ice cream.

One of my former co-workers had a super funny story. It is even funnier when he was telling it to 5 other guys who all had a few beers in them.

He went on a date with a chick and it was their second date. He was feeling fine and he picked her up at her apartment. They went to a local nice restaurant and had a few drinks and dinner. Things were going OK but he could feel his guts start to rumble on the drive back to her place. She did not intend to invite him on just the second date but he pretty much pushed past her and RAN to the bathroom.

He said now imagine a 20 something chicks bathroom with Pink shag covers on the toilet tank the toilet lid and the carpet around the toilet. He was in a massive hurry and dropped his pants and blew a brown volcano with such force he knew he has just left a big mess to clean up. He was about to gag from the stink and there was no vent fan.

About when he thought he was done another wave hit him. He had been in there for 30 minutes. Then he got that taste in the back of his throat and he knew he was going to puke. He cleaned up enough to stick his face right where he least wanted to put it and puked until he saw his dinner from a week ago.

As he was heaving and straining with his face in the toilet his bowels let go again and he crapped all over his own feet.

All of us there in the room where he was telling this were laughing so hard we could hardly breath.

He just crawled over into her bathtub and started taking off his clothes and trying to wash everything down the drain. She was knocking on the door and asking if he was OK and he was busy puking and crapping while standing naked in her shower trying to rinse off his clothes.

Lets just say there was never a third date. By the time he was emptied out enough to risk going home he had been in there an hour. He said the bathroom was a disaster.

My sides were hurting from laughing so hard. I guess ya really had to be there to hear him tell the story. I have always wished I could find her and hear her side of that story.

OMG!! That reminds me of my 1st real HS date. Hadn't thought about it in ages.

Was in 10th grade and got invited on a Sadie Hawkins date by a cute 10th grade girl that played clarinet in band. It was a double date with one of the senior band girls and her older boyfriend. We went to the event's evening picnic at a local park. Then we were supposed to go to a dance.

Soon after leaving the picnic I got the urge. Asked the guy to pull into a gas station or restaurant and he just laughed at me. Told everyone it was very urgent and it was obvious I was really straining. Again he just laughed. At the next red stop light I jumped out and ran to the nearest corner gas station rest room, but sadly did NOT quite make it.

Took me a long time in the bath room cleaning up myself, pants, and underwear. All the time figuring my HS dating career was forever ruined and to make it worse would have to call my parents to come pick me up.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing darkened wet pants I was surprised to see the car right outside the bathroom and the girls very apologetic to me and upset with the driver. We went to they guys apartment where the girls rushed me to the bathroom. They told me to hand my clothes out the door and they would wash them while I took a shower.

After finishing my shower, stuck my head out of the bathroom and asked if my clothes were ready. There was no reply. Put on a towel and went looking for anyone. Felt kinda weird walking around in a strange apartment only wearing a towel. Found the girl that had asked me out alone and waiting for me sitting on the living room couch. She told me the other girl and her boyfriend had gone on to the dance and we would just have to entertain ourselves until my clothes were finished and the other couple came to take us home. All I can really say is a towel doesn't stay on very well when sitting on a couch making out.

We couldn't really go out much after that since neither of us could drive, but we did hang out in the band room together, sneak kisses and pass notes. We did move up on our ride to band events. Instead of the party car, we got to ride in the van with the more senior band couples that both partied and went parking after the events.

No one ever mentioned the embareASSing incident that lead up to us alone in an apartment with me only wearing a towel so think the girls never told anyone.

I recently had a stomach bug that cleaned me out......at one point, I was perched over the crapper with explosive diarrhea while projectile vomiting into the tub.....all at once......that $#!t sucked

Evening Y'all,
Am I the only person who is going to mention that Jeff is posting from the can, while he revels in the result of too much fiber. Hey Jeff it is not necessary to ingest an entire wicker sofa every day

BTDT and yeah that sucks big time, You almost create an internal vacuum. My bathroom upstairs is great for this the sink is right next to the thunder mug and you can just pay you head on it and yack away

Thanks guys. You're really putting me in the mood for some sushi tonight. :eek:

Blame Jeff, he started it

Ooooh. How bout some chili