My innards and I have had an ongoing battle for the last thirty years or so. Some times long-term battles break out and blaze out of control, making for bad days, weeks, or months. Other times there will be brief skirmishes that are short but no less intense. This is a tale of one such skirmish...

Greetings from Scotland! I spent some time working in a nursing home. Believe it or not, all three of these incidences happened in one day. I've dealt with a lot of poop! George: George was a sprightly man in his sixties who was in the home due to a brain injury. One day I was getting all...

While at work during one ordinary Wednesday morning, I was reading silly jokes my co-workers had printed off at home and brought in to share with each other. You see, the internet at their homes was not working right, so they couldn’t forward these jokes on and had no choice but to print them. As...

This story takes place about seven years ago. I was working as a supervisor in a metal manufacturing plant in in the small blue collar community where I grew up. The factory was a typical small town plant run by sixty rugged employees who thoroughly enjoyed sharing anything and everything that...

For whatever reason, I had to take a looooong dump at work earlier this week, because a weekend of my ingesting opiates and Raisin Bran led to a giant slow mover. A grogan snail. A dopey dirt-snake. This meant I had time to ponder on the subject of how much time I have spent taking a shit whilst...

Today I shit myself on the way home from work. I got stuck in traffic. The day started out like any other day. I got up, ate my cereal, and I went to work. When lunch rolled around the day changed. One of the girls in the office asked me to have lunch with her. I don’t know her very well, and...

One time I was desperately trying to land a lucrative project and landed an interview with the president of an oil field company, who happened to be a woman. She invited me to the company’s weekly Friday crawfish boil. I spent two days preparing what I was going to say and, since it was a long...

My job sucks. I hate it. I help my nephew build houses. Let me tell you about my nephew -- he sucks too. He's a little pissant who waves his new college education in front of my face like I am a starving Ethiopian and it's a twelve inch toasted meatball sub from Quiznos. The reason I work for...

David writes, "My fiance and I are fans of your site and enjoy reading the stories from your readers. We both are blessed with healthy plumbing but we do share stories with one another when something unusual happens in the bathroom, especially if it can lead to a good laugh. We sometimes do so...