I rate movies based on how long I can sit still without going to the bathroom. It is not based on "dumping". If a movie keeps your attention, you tend to go less. If a movie is bad, like the English Patient, you tend to find excuses to get up from your seat. BUT, I reiterate, it isn't based on "dumping". By the way, who in their right mind would take a "dump" in a movie theater. Eric is right, it is based on "pishing".

I hope I don't get as bad as "my" father in the "talking about shitting" department. My father bases his life around shitting (see the story "Pops Poop" on this site). Everytime I go over to my fathers house I get a story about what he ate, the gas it gave him, how he was up all night, the shitting he did, his sore asshole, and on and on and on............

For Christmas I got my dad a "Remote Controlled Fart Machine". The packaging said, "as seen on the Howard Stern Show" and "Four Realistic Fart Noises". It was a big hit and we shared some father and son moments as we scared the dogs with it.

THAT SHOW COPS I LOVE IT

You tell Dad, Dave, that I, for one, am very grateful for your family's excrementacentric conversations which eventually resulted in the creation of this delightful site! You cannot imagine my delight in finding a site that deals with a topic so dear to my heart! And your experiences are not all that rare, i should imagine, pooping, digestive habits, flatulence etc are the mainstay of many family conversations...what is it about older parents having to speculate about the probable origins/causative agents of their flatulence...i think it was the brussels sprouts i ate...or maybe the...like my nose cares about the cause of the noxious end product...and my mom's the best, "my farts don't smell"...yeah...right. And of course, the news updates of their bowels and regularity, etc. Odd how fascinated people are with this most basic bodily function....

Back in the day when I used to live at home, my dad and I would have contests to see how bad we could stink up the bathroom.....we'd each pick a bathroom and which ever bathroom my stepmom complained about the stench first was the winner....needless to say my dad was on a diet and didnt eat any beef..i was eating beef almost every day so i had the major stink factor going on

You guys were on a ship and you didn't even talk about the poop deck????!!!!!!!

Yeah I came froma chinese family and when shit or dieariha comes up, it's usually halarious, but only me and dad goes there, my mom would just watch in disgust. We'd usually be pretty explicit, like one time how shit is smeared in to some guys face.. etc.

Out.

My friend Bertha is the PoopQueen. Her farts smell like sweet tarts and I bet she'd love your site.

This is great, now all you need is a photo gallery for people to post their best poop on. I myself have several photos of my biggest dumps. The "poop" topic has been a long reference amongst myself and my older brothers. We've been bashing eachother with poop eating jokes for as long as i can remember; it's my fondest memory. I can't think of a better topic for a conversation. Besides poop is the ultimate prank and retaliation. I have made many people unahppy by shitting on their door steps in the night and smearing it on their front door. But nothing beats the time a friend and i shat in our band teachers music folder, closed it, and left it in his podium until monday's classes. Oooo THe Smell was HORRIFIC!!! Anyone else do anything cool with their poop?

Dave, your story reminded me of my own. When I was a child my parents grew concerned because I liked to make bathroom jokes all the time. For some reason they thought this wasn't normal. (Despite my sister doing the same thing as a child the same age.) Every time I would crack a potty joke, or burp or fart out loud, they would give me stern looks and call me crazy. I found their reactions so amusing that I did these things just to get them.

Damn! Parents can be dumbasses sometimes.

I'm going to have to kill my children before they get old enough to post our family poop stuff on the internet.

My dad was prone to nearly apoplectic fits of violent coughing (big time smoker). He also ate much in the line of 'bad food' as far as producing loose stools. One time he went into a paroxysm of coughing in the middle of a Walgreens. "I just shit my damn pants!" he announced out loud. There must have been a dozen innocent bystanders who will recall the horror to their dying day, as my old man sauntered off with a large brown stain on his backside. He stopped and picked up some more smokes and went through the regular check out line to pay for them in this state as well. No shameful shitter there.

This is proof that each generation's feelings towards bathroom related stuff, is changing and becoming more open.

My grandparents were repulsed by any thing related to the bathroom, and the same goes for my mother. She still thinks that PR is some sort of a scatalogical site, but is coming around.

I am becoming more and more open with bathroom talk, and I look at pooping as a vital part of life.
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how come my sons poo sometimes looks like a jellyfish?

Growing up with parents who were a doctor and a nurse gave me a sort of matter-of-fact approach to bowels and poop, which meant that it didn't often arise in conversation. I do remember a visit to an elderly uncle who told how, in the early days of automobiles, the kids used to race their farm horses (drawing buckboard or buggy) against cars on the road. One particular horse was very fast, but it frequently pooped while running full tilt. After one race in which that horse triumphantly outran a car on some rural road, my uncle, who was holding the reins in the buckboard, was liberally spattered with horse poop. "Worth it, though!" he said.