Here's my only contribution, as poop stories/humor just don't do it for me anymore...
I'm 6-8, 289. I crap big.
EVERY TIME I crap in somebody else's house, I clog it. In many cases, I've clogged it so bad that the toilet had to me removed and the plumbing had to be professionally repaired.
I now have myself trained to pinch any logs off at what I assume is the 1/2-way point, so I can flush, then resume.
It's the only way my toilets can survive.
The last thing I want to do is hurt you. But it's still on the list.
I got food poisoning from Bill Knapp's in Lansing once and started to **** the bed in my sleep with my girlfriend in it.
"peace does not keep itself; conflict is prevented by vigilance and strength, not by appeasement and weakness" - Robert "Buzz" Patterson.
My buddy can pinch it off anytime anywhere and he can go anywhere. He's the only guy I know who can stop and pick up where he left off whenever or wherever he wants.
"Det2Orl is Det2Orl and does what Det2Orl does. Should you question that please dont hesitate to ask Det2Orl because Det2Orl would be happy to tell you all about Det2Orl"
Last edited by MSUJSCHOOL04; 07-10-2009 at 10:42 AM.