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Coasters And Chilidogs

Posted 11.25.2002 by Phaze (23)
The day was sunny, the birds were chirping, and I had a fun-filled day with my grandson at the amusement park ahead of me. We had only one ride for this day: the roller coaster. All the other rides were crappy and not worth our time. This roller coaster, however, was amazing. It starts with an incredible climb then takes an even more incredible drop.

My grandson said, "Grandpa, I bet you can't eat three chilidogs and then go on the ride."

All I could think of was, "pfft." This grandson of mine doesn't know me very well. I ate my chilidogs and taunted my grandchild with another, followed by a soda.

We went to stand in line. I was feeling a slight bit of heatstroke -- my stomach began to growl and my intestines started practicing yoga. I was about to tell him that I had to hit the bathroom real quick when it was our turn to take the ride. Uh oh... how would this play out? I knew there was some liquid lying on top of my rectum, just sitting there, waiting for me to loosen up.

We started the climb and I started to sweat. My grandson started laughing, telling me not to barf or he'd win the chilidog bet. If he only knew the pain and suffering I was going through!

And then, the descent. On the way down I experienced the most amazing feeling known to man: my poop got stuck in suspended animation. It retreated from rectum humping and rose to my small intestines. Well, maybe it didn't do that, but the urge to poop was gone.

And then we went onto the straight part of the track, and the pooping feeling came back. Noises started coming out of my arse and I knew I needed another descent soon. Finally, the coaster went up and then down, and once again I felt safe -- but the ride was almost over.

We came to a stop and Little Richard was preaching again. He wanted out and was punishing me like when I had to watch a "Full House" marathon one time.

I stood up and noticed my arse was super sweaty. Or was it wet with substance? I had to find out, so I told my grandson to stay put and hit the bathroom.

I felt confident I was going to win the battle. I ran into a stall -- and was horrified by the toilet seat. Yellow and brown stains all over. Now I know why most places use black seats: the stains are still there, but what you can't see technically isn't there. I would have to perform a Hover Poop, squatting over the hole so my ass wouldn't touch the seat, even though I knew that when it was over, my legs would feel numb from the exertion.

I started to let the poop fly out at speeds exceeding Mach 3. Just then my throat started to feel funny. I was going to barf and I couldn't stop. "AWWWRAARRR," I remarked, as I barfed my way into standard barfing position. I hoarked all over my shoes and on the floor.

Well, the worst was about to be seen. I looked down and in my pants was a puddle of crap. While I was barfing, the crap had come flowing out. I sat there, mortified that this could happen, wishing I was home on my own toilet, and wondering how I was going to get out of this.

There was a guy next to me and the little bit of barf and poop that didn't get stuck in my pants flowed over to his stall. All I could hear was, "holy ****!" I looked under the stall (which a man should never do, but this was a unique situation) and noticed he had lifted his legs and was now crouched on the toilet, trapped on an island from which there was no escape. The barf/poop curled around his toilet, and from what I could see he was angry and scared.

I had two rolls of toilet paper to try rewriting history with. After one roll cleaned my arse, I still had the Pacific Ocean in my pants to deal with. The other stall guy was screaming "help!" and I kept trying to tell him everything would be okay, but he wouldn't shut up.

Finally, my grandson came in and, with a gasp of air, started screaming, "who SH** themself?!?" I yelled to him and he followed my voice to the stall I was in. I told him to go find help and hurry before too many people find out.

About fifteen minutes later, after a parade of at least twenty people had come in and left immediately, my grandson came back with two employees. They locked the bathroom. One said, "don't worry, it is common for older people to lose their bladder and such." Thanks.

They had a hose. They told me to open my stall and get ready for some pressure. I didn't want myself exposed, but I had to. I opened the stall and they sprayed me with the hose. I took off my pants, shoes, and everything except my shirt while they sprayed me. I was now super clean, and waited while they sprayed the poop into the drainage thing in the middle of the bathroom. However, I had no pants.

I handed my grandson the credit card and told him to buy me some clothes. He came back with clothes that to this still cause me nightmares. I thanked the two men and told them to help out the poor man in the stall beside me. We ran off and never visited that place again.

As for my grandson, he won't shut up about that day... always telling everyone how old paps fell for the "eat lots of greasy foods before you go on the roller coaster" trick.

-- Phaze

doniker (1535) -- 11.25.2002

You actually expect me to believe that 2 guys came in the bathroom and hosed your naked ass down?

Phaze, this is your most far fetched story yet.

alex (not verified) -- 11.25.2002

eh, i love it anyway.

Dave (11563) -- 11.25.2002

I found it pretty hard to believe at first too... it does seem pretty unlikely. But then again, let's pretend you are at an amusement park, covered in shit and vomit -- i'd imagine that's relatively common at an amusement park -- what else are they gonna do? And I'm sure that after a season of daily hose-downs, the workers have grown bored and desensitized and just spray the dude with no formality.

It's possible.

Jaid (not verified) -- 11.25.2002

http://artspunnies.com/...ction=1

Same kinda situation, except without the rollercoaster

Geah (not verified) -- 11.25.2002

Got this in an email a year or two ago. Only the story was set at Ryans Steakhouse and it wasnt chili dogs and there was no roller coaster or a guy in the stall next to him. There wasnt even a grandchild now that I think about it. Exact same story other than that.

Trashcanman (240) -- 11.25.2002

I've seen similar first hand at a water park, and I hear it's common at theme parks, especially with rollercoasters. Phaze's slurpee story was pretty far feteched though, as was white shower.

ThreePly (not verified) -- 11.25.2002

Yeah, I too have read the Ryan's Steakhouse story, and while I found it funny, I found that Phaze's story had some striking similarities to it. C'mon, two park employees gracious to spray down a grown man covered in his own puke and shit? Wouldn't they just hand him the hose? Or better yet, would you even want a couple of strangers hosing you off? Yeah, I too have to call bluff on this one. Not once did Phaze mention nausea in his story then suddenly he's heaving in the stall while the puke strands his neighboring pooper on his toilet? I know puke is nasty shit, but it's not hard to step over or on if needs be. I have a hard time believing neighbor pooper would stick around while this fury was going on next door. I think common sense would say "shit and get the fuck out!" I call bluff since I read the Ryan's story already.

wookie (not verified) -- 11.25.2002

no way this is true. the stilted english is a junior high give away. grandpa's always have a handle on their grammar. and their bowels.

Mastercrapper (159) -- 11.26.2002

With all the hilarious and fucked-up stories that occur naturally when humans excrete, why would anybody want to go to the trouble to lie, let alone plagiarize when nature gives us so much, er, raw material? I want to believe the author in good faith ...

doniker (1535) -- 11.26.2002

sure, this story is possible. But some people do lie and exaggerate. The reasons vary, I don't think Phaze has much to gain by lying accept for getting a thrill from seeing something he wrote appear on the Net.

adude (not verified) -- 11.27.2002

This is clearly a hoax. An older person can have all sorts of medical conditions and I'm sure is someone actually had made a brown pacific ocean in their pants while spilling vomit onto the floor...well 911 would have been dialed and the person taken to a hospital. A cold water hose down coupled with that psychological trauma could potentailly kill someone if they have a weak heart. No park would open themselves up to such liability.

I do however have to give credit where it is due and say that the force of gravity effect on the bowels was an excellent point to bring into discussion. Space travel for extended periods weakens bones and muscle. I wonder how bad the GI tract gets. The space toilet is a pretty bad looking deal. I don't think I could use it after having been so accustomed to reading on my earth thrown for so many years.

ca (not verified) -- 11.27.2002

bullsh*t. heh.

corncob (not verified) -- 11.28.2002

basically the only similarities i see between the two stories is a) puking combined with barfing, which we KNOW can and does happen, and an employee coming into the bathroom with a hose. I'd like to also point out that in this story, 2 employees hose the man in question down, whereas in the stakehouse story, the manager merely brings in the hose, and the protagonist washes the place down.

I don't think this story is necessarily a ripoff, or untrue. I'm willing to give the author the benefit of the doubt.

doniker (1535) -- 11.29.2002

If you worked at an amusement park, would you actually hose down an old man that is covered in his own shit?

If you were an old man, would you want to stand naked like an animal as 2 strangers laughed as they hosed your shit off your balls?

This is such a crock of shit, stories like these hurt PoopReport's integrity.

Ass Phlegm (314) -- 11.29.2002

I must agree with Doniker. After reading Phaze's story, I can't say that the word "ligitimate" went through my mind many times. I'm not saying it's not possible, but c'mon! The part that I'm not buying is that a fellow pooper in the next stall stayed throughout the whole ordeal! As soon as I see shit flowing into my stall from my neighbor, I'm done. Outta there.For all I know it could be faulty plumbing and the entire bathroom is about to explode into a liquid shit tornado! Also, unless Phaze is really not a grandpa (old) or "young at heart" I don't think his analysis, words or analogies fit that of a person that's...let's say...a geezer! Who knows, I could be wrong. Just for the record, MY stories are 100% true. I couldn't make this stuff up if I tried. Not to mention I don't have to. I'd like to hear some rebuttle from Phaze. Whatta ya say?

poopskooper (not verified) -- 11.29.2002

hmmmmm, you don't necessarily have to be an "old geezer" to be a grandpa. I know many in their late 40s or early 50s who are grandparents and even have grandkids that are in the 9, 10, 11 and 12 year old range. Please, I hope nobody will respond that a guy in his 50s IS really an old geezer! But analyzing it a little further, I see his email handle is "keenan." So let's say that is his actual first name, I'd have to doubt that a guy in his 50s would be named keenan ...but I know, that's a far-fetched assumption.

So anyway, Phaze, let's hear some feedback. Just how old are you? I like your stories, never-the-less. :)

Jonathan Akers (not verified) -- 11.30.2002

this story inspired me to attempt to stick a chilidog in my rectum, then poop it out in front of some people at work, and tell them "i havent been digeting food that well" to make a long story short, the chili dog just kinda crumpled in my hands and i'm not "loose" enough to get it in there. I woulda made Adeline Aguilar at work laugh a whole bunch. maybe next time. Maybe i could try a pack of twizzlers next time. those ridges would feel good going in too. :)

Ass Phlegm (314) -- 11.30.2002

Jonathan, you got issues. See a therapist.

ashton (not verified) -- 01.03.2003

I am still having trouble amagining his story. I guess it could be true but....

smurf (not verified) -- 01.10.2003

lol that is so embarrassing

carl (not verified) -- 01.23.2003

One day a long time ago. Centapedes ruled the earth and homosexuals were the kings of the underworld. Seems it has switched.

Jonathan Akers (not verified) -- 05.24.2003

PS I love men too!!!

JONATHAN AKERS (not verified) -- 07.06.2003

I RIDE MEN LIKE HORSES

Steve Crisp (not verified) -- 07.25.2003

Actually, it is a true story and I wrote it. The Steakhouse Incident initially appeared in alt.tasteless and the original text can be found either in that archive or at http://www.ihos.com/steakhouse.html

Steve

chad (not verified) -- 06.14.2004

likely untrue, but a good story

Clear Poop (not verified) -- 03.25.2005

My older sister worked at a theme park and never did she encounter a "hose-down". Like someone stated above, if she found anyone in this state they were usually taken away in an ambulance. Not to mention there is a clean-up proceedure that has to be followed when dealing with any bio-hazard, such as human puke and crap.

DungDaddy (1369) -- 10.22.2006

This is one of the worst PR disasters I've ever read.

healthy 1 (1423) -- 12.22.2006

Though I do question the authenticity of this story, I think that it is fairly well written, and has its funny points.
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