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The Brown Eye of the Storm

Posted 09.09.2004 by The Shit Volcano (3740)
As many of you have probably read in other posts, I stayed in Florida an extra week just to ride out Hurricane Frances. It was great! It was amazing! It was everything I've always dreamed of seeing! And not only that -- when the disaster was over, I wasn't just sitting on my couch annoyed because I was watching it on TV and not doing anything about it. I got out there and helped some people in need, and now I don't feel bad. (And no, it was not just for self-gratification, so don't even say it!)

The monster storm (as The Holy Shitter aptly described her) came rolling in on Saturday, battering Melbourne with its rain bands and the first gusts of wind. By late that night we were in the thick of it, and the whole world was a whirling mass of wind and rain. I pulled an all-nighter keeping my ears glued to the weather reports while my sister, Heather, TRIED to get some sleep. When six o'clock Sunday morning rolled around, I passed out in my bed for a nice nap.

"WAKE UP!" yelled Dave, my brother-in-law. "GET IN THE CLOSET! NOW!"

Well, my soft-spoken brother-in-law is not one to shout, so I was on my feet in an instant. The wind howled wickedly through the rafters as every wall in the house shook. It was like a six point earthquake. We all piled into the closet shelter to wait out the storm.

"Told you so," I said to my sister, who told me we wouldn't see any of the eye wall. We were now in the thick of it, and the worst part, too: the northern end of the storm.

Just as we pushed the mattress against the door to shield us from the wind, my sister got a funny look on her face. She let out the longest, loudest fart I had ever heard. It echoed against the closet walls even over the evil howling of Frances.

"Ow," she grumbled. "My stomach hurts."

"Do tell," I replied, holding my nose at the foul stench. I didn't know which was worse -- the trembling walls or Heather's vibrating ass. For the last couple of days we had been boarded inside with nothing to eat but crackers and greasy chicken spread. This was coming back to haunt Heather during this worst part of the hurricane.

"I can't hold it!" she yelled, as the storm threatened to rip off our roof. Suddenly she burst from her foxhole of pillows, shoved the mattress down, and bolted for the bathroom.

The bathroom was next door to our closet shelter. I heard a storm surge, but it didn't come from the hurricane. It came from Heather's ass. Water splashed loudly in the toilet on the other side of the shaking wall. While the rain poured down in buckets outside, brown rain poured from Heather into the toilet. She and the hurricane pooped in unison.

She returned, but just to grab her emergency pack. There was no toilet paper in the bathroom; she had to use some of her reserve supply. But I don't remember the toilet flushing at that point because a tornado roared by outside. At least, we think it was a tornado.

Eventually Heather returned, looking relieved. But her stay was brief. Suddenly water started leaking out of the ceiling fan, and we had to evacuate our shelter for the front room.

I'd like to say her diarrhea stopped after we fled, but this is Heather we're talking about. She made two more trips to the bathroom, all the while hoping the ceiling wouldn't fall on top of her. I don't know who made more of a mess -- Frances in Melbourne or Heather in the bathroom. Both places could have been declared a national disaster area.

-- The Shit Volcano

fudgepump (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

Hurricane winds...shaking walls...passing tornadoes...I wonder what it would take to convince me to hold my ground and shit myself rather than make a dash for the porcelain perch.
Now THAT'S the power of poop.

Muddmaker (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

First Post!! Sounds like something I would do1

Slim Jim Junkie (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

Yeah, I think I'd have used a garbage bag or something.

I witnessed the hurricane, but I was not in the major disaster area.

My biggest enemy was boredom, as all the stores were closed. The only thing still open was one Chinese restaurant, and the line to get in streched for an eternity. The chefs were toiling like robots, in order to keep pace.

ThreePly (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

I just talked with a buddy of mine who lives down in Florida. He told me a similar tale that about four hours after the shit hit the fan, and the power went out, the gut goblins were stirring up trouble in his ass. He described taking a massive crap in the toilet, and when he tried to flush, there was no activity.

I've never heard of an electric flush before, but that's what they have. Fortunately the toilet has a fault flush on it once it gets enough water in the bowl, and it flushes on its own. He went out and scooped a bucket of water out of their pool and gave the old assist to the toilet.

Some days I'm glad I live in Ohio.

Chuck (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

TSV, my uncle lives upcoast in Titusville. Glad to know you and he are okay. So far he hasn't relayed any disaster shelter bathroom stories.

story sounds weird (not verified) -- 09.09.2004

When you have diarrhea, you can't let out a long and loud fart without wetting yourself.

Tydirium (516) -- 09.09.2004

Story sounds weird: this is your first day reading Poopreport, isn't it?

doniker (1534) -- 09.09.2004

"When you have diarrhea, you can't let out a long and loud fart without wetting yourself."

BULLSHIT. I FARTED A LONG LOUD ONE A FEW WEEKS AGO DURING A BOUT WITH DIARRHEA AND I DIDN'T FILL MY TIGHTY WHITEYS WITH MUD. I WAS IN BED AT THE TIME TOO.

daphne (3680) -- 09.09.2004

Doniker, I have no doubt you gas! Hehe.

I'm glad you got this first page, SV. Nice, ironic story.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 09.09.2004

Story Sounds Weird, have you ever tried farting to relieve pressure? Most of the time it works. Some of the time it doesn't.

Then again, she might have shit herself and just not told me. But I think I would have smelled it in cramped quarters like that.

werewolf pooping on trees (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

We had effects from the hurricane all the way here in Transylvania! It rained for a week!

freakazoid (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

Watch out for Ivan, now. He's a nice fiver.

Turd (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

Ivan went "6" late this afternoon, and is headed toward the Panhandle.

ass licker (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

I've heard due to the very low barometric pressure, a toilet can flush itself in a hurricane.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 09.10.2004

Actually, this is no joke. I have seen it happen during Frances. (Much earlier in the storm than the eyewall story.)

The "Shitman" (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

I am considered the "Shitman", very similar to a "Hitman." I travel around to unassuming bathrooms and knock them out, one by one, leave large piles of poop and an unforgetable stench along the way.

I've been doing this now quite some time without getting into trouble or being caught by any bathroom auhorities. Watch out next time you need to make poo, the facilities may have been visited by the "Shitman"!!

IBS SUFFERER (not verified) -- 09.10.2004

Shitman you must have visited the wireless call center I work for in Belleuve, WA. I went into the lobby restroom because I could not hold my pee until I could make it upstairs to the safe, clean, chrome haven of the cushy employee bathrooms on the upper level. I stepped into the public, tile disaster and was greeted by a large chocolate colored, foul smelling, bubbling pile of poop that I swear had steam rising from it, and it was centered directly over the drain in the middle of the floor. If I get my hands on the perpetrator who did this I will seek revenge. I really will.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 09.11.2004

I have run into similar shit mounds. Some freak in Orlando left a piece of poo hanging on a Christmas tree like a brown ornament. It was disgusting!

fudgepump (not verified) -- 09.11.2004

The mind of a Turd Terrorist is a scary thing to contemplate. Some kind of bizarre mix of exhibitionism, repressed anger, traumatic toilet training, and anomie.

poopy mon! (not verified) -- 09.13.2004

you better watch out fo' ivan now man. if u lived in cuba i hope u got outta there. if any1 lives in the carribean area get outta there or prepare for ivan.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 09.13.2004

*Jaws music*

Straight-Pipe (31) -- 09.13.2004

What do you do if you walk in on a guy sqatted over the floor drain acting like a brown Play-dough factory? Do you leave? Do you act like he's not there and go on with your business? Do you push him over, into his mess? Do you kill him? What would be the proper response?

fudgepump (not verified) -- 09.14.2004

Knocking him over in his own pile would be great; I wonder if he'd still think Turd Terrorism was so much fun.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 09.27.2004

I stand by fudgepump on this one. The dude definately deserves to be bathed in his own shit.

ghostpoopi (not verified) -- 07.10.2005

dump him in the crap

soldat (not verified) -- 07.10.2005

Yea, my little brother had some wicked gas during charley O.o

Soldat (not verified) -- 07.10.2005

btw i live in orlando

Shitmonster (not verified) -- 07.11.2005

One time at the CSU Lory Student Center, a college turd terrorist took a dump outside in the sculpture garden. It was the biggest, stinkiest, mound of shit I have ever seen, I swear there was green gas coming off it

Fart Poopie (not verified) -- 07.11.2005

I wonder...has your sister ever crapped her pants when nervous or afraid? Maybe the greasy chicken spread isn't entirely to blame...

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 07.17.2005

Perhaps, Fart Poopie. Perhaps. That, or it was anxiety shit from me relentlessly tormenting her in the closet. I get weird when the pressure is low.

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 10.21.2005

Just read this over again. I SO enjoy humiliating my sister.

Bunga Din (1239) -- 11.02.2005

Lived in Vero Beach for a year, place in John's Island was totalled by the hurricane.

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