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Samantha C
TO ADRIAN, ALYSSA, AND BRENDA (and anybody else I’m forgetting): Thanks a
lot for helping me figure out my “endlessly repeating pees” problem. I
did go see a doctor, but I don’t have urinary tract infection. Nor,
apparently according to her, is there an overactive bladder problem. The
positioning thing when I sit on the toilet is probably the culprit — and
I have had some time to think about it, and it makes a lot of sense. When
I piss outdoors or in the shower I’m in a totally different position, and
it’s definitely a lot more satisfying piss those times. I used to think
that it was just because I was peeing in a more unconventional place and
so I was just turned-on. Now I’m thinking I was more satisfied also
because I was actually fully voiding my bladder. Solution: now I’m
pissing in the shower before bed every night. And guess what? It might
just be mind-over-matter or whatever (power of suggestion?), but I do one
big shower piss and then I get in bed and don’t have to get back out
anymore to squirt-squirt. THANK YOU for this relief, right? I can’t ever
tell you how great a change this is. It’s like I’ve won the lottery or
something. Really!
TO THE MAGE: your story a while back rocked. Rocked!!!
There was this other thing I thought about sharing, too. It’s more of a
question than a story, because I honestly don’t remember anything to go
with this experience of mine….
Here’s the experience: It’s happened twice in my life that I’ve gotten SO
drunk that I’ve utterly, fantastically drenched my jeans with urine and
not noticed it at all. I mean not one clue as it was happening. The only
reasons I ever knew it happened, both times, were because (1) friends of
mine ragged me about it for FOREVER after both instances. (2) From one of
those times I do have a Polaroid of me lying passed-out under a pool
table in my soaked clothes, and it’s actually kind of a fun treasure to
me now, even if I don’t remember one bit of it ever happening. (3) Both
times, by the time I was able to be aware of my surroundings, it was well
into the next day, and my friends had helped me to change clothes and had
put me to bed. But of course I stank all to hell, and neither time did
they bother to wash my clothes for me, just left the dried-up
pissy-smelling stuff lying next to the bed I was in. Like to prove it to
me what I did. Bitches, they were! ;D
Anyway, I do remember some drunken pissing times where I was in distress
and managed either squat somewhere safe or else just had an accident, but
it does sort of freak me out that twice I’ve been so blasted that I wet
myself that badly and then just went on being drunk and unaware. Maybe
that’s silly, but that’s the way I feel.
My question: anybody out there have a similar problem? Have you been so
drunk you pissed yourself real badly, publicly, and never even knew you
did it until after you sobered up and somebody told you?
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CuriousD
To Whitney, Kelly, and Sarah!
I’m Chris, a longtime viewer of this site, and more and more of a
frequent poster! I’m more turned on to women that can bust a toilet with
a huge, solid, log but I have a story you might enjoy?
At the local mall after work today, I headed straight to the Men’s room
to deliver my huge Fri. Afternoon shit into their toilet. Well, I sat
down and unleashed the log I was holding for the whole afternoon at work,
and it stretched from well inside the hole to nearly the rim!!!! I’d say
about 1 and 1/2 feet(18″) long and 1″ in diameter!!! If I was alone I
wouldn’t have flushed!!! I normally have my biggest shits on Friday
Afternoon for some reason??? Hope to ‘tickle’ one of you with my reply???
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Niki
Tonight I met some friends for pizza and as I was driving home, I felt
the beginnings of a stomach ache and the subsequent feeling that I was
going to have to poop soon. I was kind of happy because I hadn’t gone in
a few days, and my stomach ache wasn’t really even a stomach ache, just
kind of a full feeling in my ???? and bowels. I was looking forward to
going home and having a nice, relieving poo. Well, of course, it was rush
hour and I had hit the road at totally the wrong time. Not only was I
hitting every stoplight red, but traffic was just generally bad. What
would normally have been a fifteen-minute drive turned into a half-hour
one. The feeling in my stomach began to build and I started having some
gas. My jeans were a little tight, and I unbuttoned them at the top to
relieve some of the pressure on my lower ????. Immediately I had more gas
and could really feel the poop trying to get out. I was determined to
make it home, but I still kept having to stop at every light. I began to
have pains in my lower ????, the kind I have when I really, really have
to go, and so I pulled into the next gas station I saw and ran inside to
the restroom. I must have looked really funny because my jeans were
undone at the top and I was holding my stomach as I hurried in. When I
finally got to the toilet, I let out two massive farts and then my
stomach cramped and I felt a gush of diarrhea come out. I hunched over
holding my ???? and had diarrhea for probably another five minutes. When
it finally stopped, I was feeling very sick and just sat for a minute to
let my stomach settle. I thought I was done, and I got up and had just
flushed the toilet when my insides churned again and I quickly undid my
pants and sat back down on the toilet to have more waves of diarrhea. It
smelled very bad and was almost liquid. Finally, I was able to leave the
bathroom and get back in my car to head home. I got home without anymore
incidents, but my stomach and butt are kind of sore and I’m still feeling
fairly queasy. My boyfriend is on his way over to give me a ???? rub and
back rub.
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Donny
My girlfriend accompanied me into the mens’ restroom at the mall right
after it opened when no one was using it. Hardly anyone was around at all
on this weekday morning. Neither of us had gone to the bathroom that
morning so we really had to go. She just wanted to play with the urinals.
She held my dick as I peed and got a big kick out of it. I would guess
that if you’re a girl it’s quite a trip. I finished and she was like
wringing out my dick. She then headed to a stall to pee and I’m like,
girls can go in urinals too. So I pulled down her shorts and underpants
and opened up her cunt a little with my fingers so that her urethra was
aimed toward the urinal and told her to let go. A very good yellow
stream, almost perfect, with a little splatter due to her giggling and
not holding still. Then I directed her stream into the trap creating a
lot of foam. More giggling because she never saw it foam up like that. It
smelled differently than boys urine, also. We will do it again sometime.
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Penny
Hi all,
Just spent three days with what you could call a case of the straight
through shits. I never felt sick or had any accidents or puking but about
an hour after eating would feel a little pressure so would go off to the
loo and as I relaxed pure water interspersed with undigested food would
just pour out of by bum. Lots of wind water and chunky stuff. Even saw
carrots and potatoes floating about. Looked like puke but smelt worse
than a septic tank. Must have been a change in the water as we went to
Cape Town for a few days and I got quite a strange perverse feeling about
going to smart shopping centers and then really fouling the ladies loo.
Some of the comments from some of the prissy shitters next to me were
things like “Oh God how gross” and “Poor girl” and “Heaven help us’ or
“Who just died?” The best was a little girl who said to her mom “Mommy
that lady is having a big wee” to which mommy answered in a stage whisper
“That is not a wee but a very runny poo darling”.
On honeymoon 28 years ago we had lunch at a little country hotel and I
had chicken. Well at about 2am the next morning I felt a little
uncomfortable so went to the loo in our hotel room thinking that I would
sneak a little shit and be back in bed in no time. Still very shy with
hubby so I shut the door and sat to quietly do my business. Well after
the initial quiet fart out came a rush of foul smelling shit followed.
Wind after wind woke my new husband as I was trying to be as quiet as
possibly. He opened the door to ask if I was OK so I said not really but
I won’t die. He then leaves the door open and goes back to bed and made
comments about each offering that I blew out. After a while it stopped
and I went back to bed. Needless to say it put a stop to any other
activity as I warned him that I may leak as I was not very good at
identifying what was causing the pressure. Wind or solid. Later after a
light breakfast we went sight seeing and got to a place called God’s
Window where we stopped and looked at the view from a grassy patch. While
watching I felt a cramp and looked around for a loo. None. Hubby said to
just go to one side of the grassy viewing patch and squat as there was no
one around. I walked off to one side and hitched up my dress and slipped
my panties to just under my bum. I squatted and arranged my dress so it
looked as if I was looking at the flowers. The cramp went away and I had
a short wee. As I finished a car pulled up and a whole family got out to
come and see the view. I thought I would pull up my pants and get on but
the kids were too quick so I stayed as I was and as Murphy’s Law will
have it the cramp came back stronger that ever. I realized that I would
have to let go and hopefully the family would move on before I needed to
stand up. I let go but it was only wind and no poo. Very relieved (bad
pun) I now waited for a chance to pull my pants up but now the mother
comes over the rise with a pick nick basket. What now? Well only one
thing for it just get up as if I had been admiring the flowers and hope
that my panties do not fall down. They luckily stayed up just below my
bum but it was a little weird walking around a family with my bum bare
but covered only by my dress. Thinking back I get a little thrill as I
often go without panties under my jeans around the farm.
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MICHAEL M.
I was reading with some interest about some of the stories where a
student arriving at school late having to pee or having to go to the
restroom during class and are denied by teacher to leave the room.
I remember this cute girl, long light brown hair, blue eyes,wearing a
peach color long pleated dress. She was always very well groomed and real
quiet sort of person. She was also very smart in the top of our class.
I noticed her figit a bit one morning about 11AM before lunch. She was
constantly shifing around in her seat and stretching her legs out and was
quite restless. I saw her out of the corner of my eye and she knew it and
gave me a real frown look for just looking her direction.
I figured she hadda pee or something as the one boy next to me did a few
times, wiggled, squirmed and acted the same way before he pissed in his
pants. Wow, to see this gal make a puddle would be a real turn on.
She finally put up her hand to be excused and this mean old maid teacher
who had a reputation of being a bitch said no.
She continued to figit and squeeze her legs and was holding her dress at
her crotch area. I pretended not to see all this as I know she was
embarrassed.
She puts up her hand a second time and softly said,”may I be excused to
the girls room?” Teacher gave her a nasty look and shook her head no.
About 20 minutes of this went on and I think all the boys around were
getting excited. Then with no warning she just jumps up out of her seat
and ran to the door with her hand on her crotch and walking stiff legged.
We noticed a small wet spot on her dress on the butt where she sat. She
went out he door and the teacher said nothing.
About 15 minutes later she came back, and that teacher said for her to
stay after everyone left for lunch for a few words.
She got detention, but the next day her dad showed up at the principals
office and it was obivious that he raised hell about it. The teacher
still was real strict and would deny the students the restoom but not as
often as before.
This wasnt the first time though thru school I sat next to a pants wetter
or a poopy pants. The latter being the worst with the poopy smell all day.
Anyone got a similar story to compare?
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Artist
i had an xtra large poop today. when i looked at it in the bowl i saw it
really looked like pres. george bush. maybe tomorrow i can do a chaney.
artist
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Bedtime
Well, i havn’t had a good shit all day, and i’m laying in bed here with
my laptop, and I really feel the urge, im getting a little cramped….and
letting out some pretty wet farts… so i decided why not make it
good…so…ive got a plastic bag and a towl on my bed, and im just
laying here naked on my side…on the towl and i can feel it starting to
come out a little, but this one is gonna be tough… I just peed a little
while i was pushing…im going to push again a little more pee came out
with another fart…its gonna be a wet one i can tell…. ooohhh alot
more pee came out on that push i can feel it starting to poke out a
little… I just decided to let all the pee flow out all over
everything…its so warm, if felt so good…..oh here comes another big
push, its sticky and it doesn’t want to come out…..im going to lay on
my back, and put the laptop on my stomach..thats better…its coming out
all over the towl and its so warm and sticky, it feels so good….4 huge
baseball sides clumps…..i better go clean up now….
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Deke
To Michael-explosive diarrhea:
How badly did that big dump smell? Did you tell your brother about it? If
you did, how did he react?
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oldpoop
Hello–cooler here today. I awoke and got up just a few minutes ago.
Coming to the computer, I dialed up the Internet and waited for it to
come up. While waiting, I lubricated a finger and stuck it up through my
anus into my rectum to see if I could feel my poop coming down, since
this is the normal time of day for my first dump. Sure enough, after a
minute or so I felt a hard lump come down against my finger; but then it
drew back slightly so I could hardly feel it. I stretched my finger up in
toward it slightly, but then a puff of gas escaped with a brief hiss, and
the turd slid right up against my finger. I got up, still holding my
finger inside, and walked into the bathroom. The turd moved a bit further
up inside. I got the hand mirror, squatted on the rim, and watched. The
poop started out as a thin, pencil-like sliver for maybe three inches,
then suddenly thickened into a normal turd, dark brown with a greenish
tinge from some salad I ate yesterday noon. The first turd was about 8
inches long, followed immediately by another of nearly the same length;
they fell cleanly, with no visible residue on my anus. I wiped once.
Yesterday I had 4 bowel movements, all normal, of which the last was the
best–three nice big splasher turds, the biggest at least an inch and a
quarter thick and several inches long. I was in the men’s room of a
historic site, and I took advantage of reflective tile to watch some
pooping on either side of me. First a man came in, sat well forward, and
shot a continuous stream of diarrhea into the bowl; not pretty. Then
another man, fairly young, sat well back so I could not see anything come
out, but when he leaned forward to wipe I saw under him, and there were
two long skinny turds floating and slowly moving in the water. A third
man came, sat on the rim, and farted three times; finally, after a wait,
he pushed out a thin, very dark short turd. Suddenly his butt exploded
with a very loud noise, but the result was not diarrhea. In one swift
shot he sent out several long thin dark turds. He waited a bit, wiped,
and left. In all, a nice set of sightings.
Happy pooping, everyone!
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Carmalita
Oh my girls!
I finally came back and read your post!!!!!!!!!!!!! My dear, sweet angels.
I am soooo sorry! Robby! I cried and cried. Nu was with me and we lit a
candle, and I prayed: “Hear me God, some people live forever. They walk
in the fields of our hearts. Please welcome my dear friend.”
Nu stayed with me. She cares like me. We are soooo, soooo sorry. He was a
wonderful man. Such a precious angel.
Annie, I love you.
All my love,
Carmalita
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Rizzo
Hello ANNIE, dear, I am trying to imagine what you are going through. If
I made you laugh, then that’s just fine. I send you my special hug!
TIM and SARAH, your story of the cyclist peeing en route and spraying a
journalist in a car was great.
And little Loewie taking his toy lion to the bathroom to try and get
things moving was very touching. And I, too, can just see your embarassed
faces at your destination when Lowie had to drop his jobbie in front of
everyone. I wish you all the best for your stay on the Baltic shores,
hugs, Rizzo.
A few days after that a friend told me of a similar encounter.
They were a group of friends travelling by train to the South of France
several years ago. It was hot, the train they boarded was packed with
migrant workers and holiday makers. They also found their reserved seats
in a compartment occupied by a large family that wouldn’t budge, so that
they had to stay in the corridor in front of the open door to the
compartment. After a while my friend observed a matronly woman in the
compartment producing a chamber pot from the baggage and seating one of
the children on it. I wasn’t told if it had been a little boy or girl, no
matter, the result in the lemon yellow plastic potty would have been the
same. When the child had finished, had been wiped clean and the woman had
picked up the potty, my friends began to move away from the compartment
door, to make room, expecting her to take the potty to the toilet at the
end of the carriage. But she did not. With an elegant swing of her arm
she flung the contents of the lemon yellow potty out of the window of the
fast-moving train. Caught in the slip stream everything disappeared
immediately, only to be swirled back into the next down-wind’
compartment and showering its occupants. It took a few moments for the
hapless travelers there to realise what they had just been showered with.
I leave it to you to imagine the ensuing commotion!
Hi Meghan, how thrilling for you to be in Cambridge now! Try not to get
caught peeing in alleys! And good for you to pick up playing the cello
again. If you are considering playing in a fun’ orchestra – they go to
the pub after practice; plenty of pee stories could ensue – try the WCSO.
Hugs Rizzo.
Hi Penny, your story of the girl in the porta-loo being tipped over
really made me laugh! I always enjoy reading from you.
That’s all for today,
Rizzo
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Don
I was in a public restroom recently having a shit. It didn’t feel very
special, I only knew it was going to be big. When I got off the toilet I
was surprised to see perfection! The turd was about 15 inches long,
perfectly straight, smooth, no imperfections whatever, and it only took
two wipes to get clean. It was so perfect, I didn’t want to cover it up
with the TP, so I tossed that on the floor. I left the turd in the bowl
for the next person to look at. It looked like a 1.5 inch brown dowel rod
with rounded edges.
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Whitney,your story was one of the best stories I’ve heard in a while,and
if the rest of your stories are like that,I think they’d be a great
addition to this place.
Besides,I totally think you girls aren’t freaks,as if your friendship is
in such a level that you can make each other shit in your pants,and laugh
about it,that’s a beatiful thing IMO.
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BRV
To Whitney:
Please give us more stories!!!! We love hearing about girls farting and
pooping, accidents or not!
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Whitney, I really enjoyed your stories about you and your friends
accidently pooping your pants. Keep up the stories, please!
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poopy stevey
whitney 2 excellent stories i enjoyed them
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R.L.
I need to know how can you tell if a girl is into the natural
body-functions thing but is just scared as I am about sharing the love?
It’s like a dream to meet someone like me on this one. All others haven’t
been down to earth yet.
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Bubba
Megan,
Though you probably grow tired of my responses, I feel obligated to do
so, if only to encourage more such bladder-rich tales. I’ll try and not
reply from now on to every great story of yours, but please note that
this does not mean a lack of interest in your terrific posts. Please keep
them up. Regards, -Bubba
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Poopypants
Whitney,
I loved your story. There are a lot of us out here who love pooping in
our pants. I would love to hear some other accounts of you pooping.
Welcome to the board.
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Friday, September 03, 2004
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Jerry, can you please describe what the women that took shit next to you
looked like? Thanks
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gracie
after being constipated for about a week, i finally was able to poop this
morning. i hadn’t gone since last tuesday night and that is a very, very
long time for me. my ???? began feeling sore two nights ago, and i tried
very hard to go but could only pass a small amount of gas. yesterday i
felt very full and my stomach was achy and uncomfortable. this morning i
woke up with a bad stomach ache and my lower ???? visibly bloated. i told
my mom i had a stomach ache and wasn’t going to school, then i went into
the bathroom and tried again to poop. i sat sort of leaned back so that
my stomach would relax, and i started to lightly rub my ????. nothing
would come out, and i was having pains in my lower ????. i went into the
kitchen where my mom was and told her that i had been constipated for a
while and my stomach was a little swollen and asked if she would give me
a ???? massage. i laid on the couch and let her rub on my ???? and after
about fifteen minutes, i felt some movement in my bowels. my stomach made
a loud gurgling noise and i ran to the bathroom just in time to push out
two large, thick turds and several small ones. it felt really good but
unfortunately my stomach is still a little uneasy.
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Michael-explosive diarrhea
Im 15 years old, Today I took a big ol dump. I stayed home with my
brother and the night before I ate fried chicken and potatoes. This
morning I ate 3 slices of toast,a pepsi,milk,and 3 huge dishes of
cinnamon toast crunch,which has a lot of fiber.2 hours later I felt the
need to take a huge dump so I grabbed a playstation 2 magazine and went
to the bathroom.I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my boxers down and sat
on the toilet. I opened my magazine and let loose. I let out a loud thud
of shit accompained by some soft watery shit. I continued To read and let
out some more stools. I sat reading and didn’t feel quite empty so I
continued to read and five minutes later and let out some watery and
squeeky farts and quite a bit of watery diarrhea. Every 5 minutes I would
do this and suddenly I got a sharp cramp and exploded some more of the
dump. I finished with some watery farts and a soft log. I couldn’t help
but look and in the bowl was a clump of soft shit with a log sticking out
of it and under that was diarrhea which covered the entire bowl. THere
was quite more under that because the diarrhea was 2nd to last. WE have a
big toilet but in any other toilet it would be full. I just flushed away
the nasty dump and went on my computer. This was the 2nd biggest dump I
have takenin my lifetime. Number 1 was explosive diarrhea.
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Donny
Brooke: How big was that turd??? You should not have flushed it, just
leave it for some one else to see.
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Chuck
Hey Brooke and Sifl how did your shits smell?
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Louise (from France)
long pee,
Very nice anecdote, do you have more of her?
Staircase are a very confortable solution to pee, I’ve done it some time,
mostly on emergency stairs of parking garges. I too seat on the step,
spread lega and flood the staircase down me…
If I have to pee badly I have a powerful gusher, expecially if I pee in a
position like that (sitting leg spread on a stair); but i haven’t a large
bladder, in fact i have to pee quite often, so my gusher usually doesn’t
last longer than 30 secs, even if very powerfull.
thanks for postinf, hope to read you soon
LOl
Louise
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oldpoop
Good morning–cooler and a bit dryer here, after heavy rain Monday. That
night, while we didn’t lose power, we did lose water–none at all. We
went out into the storm to some tubs which had collected water, and got
buckets and filled them with water to flush toilets with. I slept well as
the storm wound down, and woke up around 5 a.m. As usual, I soon felt the
urge to defecate, but didn’t want to use one of the toilets and have to
use up a bucket and make noise. I therefore went outside into the dark,
taking a small digital camera with me, as well as two pats of toilet
paper (3 sheets each). Entering a small copse of trees, I pulled down my
pants and squatted, holding the camera behind me. When I felt the log
beginning to exit, I took the picture; the flash was brilliant but brief.
After that first log, there were several more, soft but still formed.
When I was done, I wiped, using each pat of paper twice; still not really
clean, but I could finish up inside later. I then took a picture of my
pile–not easy in the near-total darkness. I looked at the pictures: my
first shot had been a little too high, getting mostly my back, though I
could see my bottom and the turd coming down out of it perhaps a couple
of inches. The picture of the poop was a little disappointing as well,
since the poop was almost the color of the pinestraw into which it fell.
I erased both pictures. That was my only movement that day.
Today I have had three b.m.’s, as if to make up for poor production
numbers yesterday. My first was soon after getting up; I squatted on the
rim and watched myself in the mirror as I dropped, first, about a 4-inch
log which was hard and pebbly on one side and slightly smoother and
softer on the other; then two more turds, maybe 6 inches each, fairly
smooth and hard. I wiped twice, then used the Noxzema on the last wipe to
clean more thoroughly. After breakfast I had to go again, this time two
nice long turds about an inch thick; I wiped once. Just a few moments ago
I felt full for a third time this morning; again doing a squat, I placed
the mirror in front of me and down; I saw my anus slowly descend, then
open to admit out a single turd maybe 8 or 9 inches long, solid and
smooth; again one wipe.
Happy pooping everyone!
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Doug
This toilet website should be known as the Brown & Gold website.
Real school spirit and color will be displayed. While near Western
Michigan University. The restrooms were marked “The Men’s Brown & Gold
Room” and “The Women’s Brown & Gold Room.”
When marked they were quickly erased. The stucco shows two washed out
spots near the Women’s Restroom in the lower part of the Bernhard Center
at WMU.
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dylan
to emilie,
why don’t you just pee and poop while youre on the phone with your
boyfriend, and be honest with him about what the noises are instead of
having to think up some lie to get off the phone with him or about the
noise of you peeing being the sink running? did you ever think that he
might not mind hearing you going to the bathroom, or might even like
hearing it?
dylan
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Artline
Has anyone come across unusual peeing positions? I keep walking in on the
managing director of the company I work in while he is having a pee. He’s
around 60 years old. He uses a stall to pee in. They are fitted out with
doors and everything but he always pees with the stall door open. Now
here is the unusual thing – he stands sideways in the stall while he is
peeing!
I guess he doesn’t like having the back to the door – too worried he’s
going to get back stabbed or something!
But it’s very disconcerting to walk into the gents and see the big
company boss standing sideways in the stall with door wide open having a
pee! To make it worse he always says “Hello! Good afternoon! How are
you?” etc while he stands there holding his penis and peeing!
Even more annoying is that he seems to pee like 20 times a day! No matter
when I go in there chances are about 1 in 4 that I’ll walk in on him!
This is freaking me out!
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