Hey, Man from U., that was definitely a Barbara Billingsley response from Stevie's mom. If that had been an episode of 'Leave It To Beaver,' I can almost hear the dialogue: "Beav, you and Wally go play now while I clean up these skidmarks, and be sure you wash up good for dinner." Fun, fuzzy-pink read.

Wow, those were the days. I used to have a slight discomfort shitting in other's toilets, but I grew out of it years ago. Now my only concern is plugging my friends' toilets after a hearty crap. Fortunately for them, I typically reserve the main events for when I get home, or when I'm at work. Nothing like getting paid to clog my employer's toilets.

This happened to me once, but the mom's response was different. Back in the eighties I think parents thought everything was some kind of sexual perversion. I wasn't allow to play with that kid again and his dad yelled at me for an hour. What a couple of stuck-up assholes! Anyway, I'm glad your experience was nicery.

NICER!!!! What the hell is "nicery"? Damn I hate typos!

But WHY did he run down the hallway and make a flying dive at the bathroom door? With that kind of fanfare, I'd have expected there was a bomb in the toilet or something.

Funny story, though.

my sisters freind crapped on his asian imported carpet at this one party we went to. i wuz like 10 years old playing gta with som other kids lol. it was funny. he drank like a 6 pack and ate tons of nachos! so you can only imagine..... it was a shame tho... i admire art more than anyone else at my age and that carpet was beautiful and so was the price :0

I hate those fuzzy toilet seat covers.
My best friend and I moved into a place together during our first year at university. His mom came down to help us get settled and brought all kinds of stuff to help our place feel like home, a fuzzy toilet seat cover being among the items she thought no decent home could do without.
I went to the bathroom to piss, saw it, thought 'fuck, I hate these things' and held the seat with one hand and my weenie with the other. It never occured to me to remove the damn thing.
My friend is a lot smarter than I am. Next time I went in the bathroom the thing was balled up in the corner. His mother never said anything. It stayed there for a good four months before we threw it away.

Agree on the fuzzy toilet seat covers. Some things don't belong in a man's bathroom: potpourri, fuzzy seat covers, guest hand towels that you can look at but dare not use, tiny fragrant soap.

I hate those fuzzy covers too, I've actually had a couple of fuzzy cover related accidents as well.... NEVER LET GO OR ELSE! >__

Yeah, I've never figured out what the point of the fuzzy toilet seat covers is either.

The other day I was shopping at the local Wal-Mart. While there, I had to take a shit real bad. I went to the ladies room, took the nearest stall, unsnapped and unzipped my jeans, and sat down. There was another girl in the stall next to mine, she was shitting too. I was badly constipated, I tried to strain and push but nothing would budge. I decided to just sit there and relax, just pushing gently occasionally. After awhile, I could finally feel the shit slowly starting to make it's way out. I grunted and pushed hard, and it all came ripping out. Oh god, it felt so good. The shit was hard, fat, and very long. Really, I think it was the biggest shit I've ever had. I wiped, got up and pulled my jeans back up. As I left the stall, I decided not to flush. I left the nearly two foot long turd there in all it's glory for the next person to admire!

This website is COOL!

Reminds me of a time when I was about 9 & had a good friend named Stu...I was at his house in one of the dens playing some sort of game when I "accidentally" pushed open the door near the side wall, not realizing it was a lavatory door..ooops!!!
Mr. Young, Stu's father, was sitting on the pot taking his "whatever".

"Will, Stu, shut the door please", he said looking very discomfitted.

Stu & I laughed & laughed & laughed & decided to retreat to his upsatiars bedroom.

We thought it was real funny..I still do!!!!!

Fuzzy or not. seat covers suck! If it needs to be covered then obviously there is somehting wrong with it. Replace the fucker!!

I disagree! Why do I like them? Because I like to sit while my shower is warming up. I DON'T like to sit on the cold porcelain lid. As someone who has been known to fall asleep while sitting on the comfortable, fuzz-covered lid while my shower waits for me, I declare: fuzzy seat covers rule!
Here in London, I've searched high and low for a fuzzy seat cover. I can't find one! I've had to resort to folding up my towel and placing it on the seat while I do my post-shower sit/snooze.

Dave, why don't you go to a carpet store and buy some premium carpet, then cut it into shape?

I can't believe it! A man who not only tolerates it but is in favour of the fuzzy toilet seat cover.
I always they were the sinister and ingenious invention of some fed up woman who dunked her ass in the toilet water one too many times in the middle of the night.

Sorta gives you the chills, doesn't it?

u guys like talkingf about poop do u? well i got a story for u my mom once said i needed a car so i had a magazine about cars and i have a gift for making my poop look like anything i want so i focused on the picture of the car while i was on the toilet know it wasnt easy gettin it out but i managed to do it once it was outi drove around the street and back to my home to show my mom she liked it and wanted to have one just like it.

i still have that car today the only bad thing about it is u cant take it through the car wash and every u go people say "IT STINKS LIKE POOP!"
and i respond "WELL MAYBE ITS BECAUSE IT IS."

cool, a poop car. bizarre story.

Thank gosh those 60's-70's synthetic tribble-fur toilet seat covers and matching rugs went out-of-style.

So much wasted effort for color coordination. My sympathies go out to the housewives of that era: Lysol spraying those damned fuzzy things to death before resigning them to loudly clunk about the washer-dryer. I don't think they ever lasted more than 5 washings.

janeen, 3/21/04, sounds like the ideal girl next door!

Those fuzzy toilet seat covers were a subtle form of man-hating on the part of the woman of the house. She never had to deal with the one-handed, off-balance wizz, so what did she care if the men of the house or male guests were inconvenienced. When we go married, my mom-in-law, the original man hater, gave us a "bathroom set" with a fuzzy seat cover and a lid cover. I told me wife, in no uncertain terms; that neither item would ever be used in a house I owned and explained the man-hate contained within. Both were thrown in the trash.

I'm off to take some Ex-Lax

As much as I like the warmth and fuzziness of thes covers, like Dave, I have to admit that I stopped using them after a crazy night of drinking and seeing too many Elmo videos.
So, there I was, liquored up, ready to go before I stumbled to bed, and I looked at my bathroom set up, and damn if it didn't look like I was going to shit into Cookie Monster's mouth.

That was it for me.

I do like them, but I also realize most bathrooms I like to look at in magazines don't have them. So, I don't have them anymore, but secretly, I miss sitting on the top, too.

I do know why the kids ran into the bathroom. It was the same reason there was no lock. It was the "show bathroom". So, you don't actually shit in them, or use the towels, or anything. It's just to look good. I hate those kinds of bathrooms.

To Janeen, the anonymous coward: Hey Janeen, please dare writing your e-mail. I'll have some questions.

Man from U.N.C.L.E.

I found this article and had to laugh. What Stevie didn't tell you is that your dookie staining the carpet was the perfect excuse his mom need to replace it with the luscious expensive aqua sculputured plush one she'd had her eye on for months... You did that woman a favor.

Thanks the the giggle.

Pink, yeah that's the 60's.

Reading the thread, it is interesting how the parents respond over the decades. In the 60's, it was no big deal, but like TSV said, in the 80's, everything was looked at as sexual.

I grew up right at this change in attitudes, the late late 70's, into the 80's.

I can recall of a similar incident that happened when I was about five years old (very early 80's).

My mom made my friend and me clean up the mess, then we continued playing. Nothing was mentioned of the incident after the mess was cleaned, subject dropped just like that.
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A man who farts in church, sits in his own pew.

Pink, yeah that's the 60's.

Reading the thread, it is interesting how the parents respond over the decades. In the 60's, it was no big deal, but like TSV said, in the 80's, everything was looked at as sexual.

I grew up right at this change in attitudes, the late late 70's, into the 80's.

I can recall of a similar incident that happened when I was about five years old (very early 80's).

My mom made my friend and me clean up the mess, then we continued playing. Nothing was mentioned of the incident after the mess was cleaned, subject dropped just like that.
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A man who farts in church, sits in his own pew.