Chuck has the time frame about right. I've never understood the "shits-in-minutes" reaction. If you're blowing stroganoff out your o-ring, that's something you ate HOURS ago, right?

Blue Cheese = Mold I think *I'm on my first cup of coffee right now *

Mold = bad news

Saturday night I ate some blue cheese at a party. Sunday during a three hour hike, the same dairy culprit struck me about halfway into the hike. Testify my brother.

Blue cheese is a big bucket of bad news. I NEVER eat any kid of cheese if I'm more then 40 minutes from my house. I get these tavern chip things at the local restaurant and they are smothered in chedder and jack cheese. I get them everytime and almost shit my pants everytime. It's all about instant gratification. Sometimes you have to risk ruining your shorts for a good meal.

Great title to this story! That's fricken' awesome...

Loose stools sink fools! Hmm. Loose stools stink pools! Whatever. Great title anwyay.

lactose intolerance is something we've all experienced at some point or another in our life, wether we realize it or not, we just weren't meant to drink milk out of an animal's tit.

That was a lovely story. I think it's pretty that it was such a non-event. It's just poop.

How much you wanna bet that this chick never sucked her boyfriends asshole again after that incident. Now, THAT is a tragedy.

That's funny, cheese always plugs me up. I live in Chicago, and I've got a real weakness for the city's famous deep-dish pizza - there must be a couple pounds of cheese on one of those suckers. I will be good and plugged up for at least 24 hours after I eat one of those. Not that it ever stops me, of course, I eat one at least every other week.

But, mozzerela and provolone are not anywhere close to blue cheese, so maybe that's the difference?

Hord, You were meant to "drink milk out of an animal's tit." Your mother is a mammal and beleive it or not it called breast feeding.

Actually, blue cheese may interact with erythromycin, because it has become a mold. I have heard many a pedatrician tell me not to let my kids have blue cheese dressing while having ear infections. I don't know if it's myth, I only have taken their word for it, because I once threw up with erythromycin in my system during a buffet incident, and it was awful.
Because blue cheese, rokefort, or stilton has the blue veins of mold in it, it has become not only a cheese, but a serious mold and different organic entity altogether.
I believe crazy shit I hear about blue cheese, because I have edured odd things at its hands.

I am surprised to see that Dave put up this story. It must be a slow week. It was boring, typical and unimaginative. Besides the fact that it was well written, I can't find anything that sets it aside from all of the other "poop in my pants" stories.

Enough of these already! (unless it's interesting!)

I don't know what it is about Blue Cheese, but one time when I was in the third grade, we had some cheese taste test things for one of our classes. I still remember it vividly. A kid named Wes brought in blue cheese, and as soon as I ate it, it tasted like vomit, which is exactly what I felt like doing. But it didn't happen.

For three days straight, I didn't feel right. Then, on Saturday morning, it all came to pass. I felt a soreness in my stomach, for some reason, I decided to use the toilet in mom and dad's room, and in mid-turd started heaving into the trash can. It was the only time I ever burned the candle at both ends, but I felt so much better when it was all done.

Since then I've never eaten blue cheese, except for once or twice in the salad dressing form. I've been traumatized by it.

I am always amazed at how many people write in about shitting thier pants. What the fuck is wrong with you people. Do you not have the necessary ass muscles to close the gates of hell for at least an hour??...I couldn't imaging being a grown man and dropping a load in my pants in front of anyone!! Esp. my wife,GF, or whatever!!

Ya'll might need to do some Ass kiegals or whatever that excersise is to build to holding power

*** "shitting your pants" **sigh**( Easy walks off shaking his head in disbelief)

Thanks for sharing, S. Foxx. A refreshing testament to the power of love in an age of superficiality and short attention spans. I found this story to be an inspiration. So much so, in fact, that I am planning an experiment to test my wife's devotion.
Next Wednesday is our 5th anniversary. We have plans for a romantic meal at the Melting Pot (a popular fondue restaraunt). We'll start the evening with a couple of mixed drinks, order an app, and then onto the main course: the Wisconsin Trio Cheese Fondue- Creamy Fontina and Butterkase, as well as Buttermilk Bleu Cheese with white wine, fresh scallions and a hint of sherry.
What wifey doesn't know is that in addition to this savory meal, I will be imbibing a homemade speedball cocktail of milk, ground espresso beans and laxatives. Basically, I will be commiting gastro-intestinal suicide.
When the rumblings begin, I'm going inform my dearest of my impending emergency. I just hope to make it out of the restaraunt! At some point before we make it home I will have darkened my drawers.
Yes, I will feel the ultimate shame (as did Mr. Fitzgerald), but, more importantly, I will get a chance to gauge the depths of my one and only's love for me in the face of disgusting adversity. "'Til death doo doo us part?" We shall see...

OK I think something like this happened in my algebra class not too long ago. I was talking to my friend Kylie when one of the boys in the class walked in and Kylie said "something in here smells like daipers" I cracked up, even though she was being serious and it really did smell... who wants to bet the guy that walked in crapped his pants?
good story, by the way
sorry I haven't been on thew site lately, if anyone cares... my comp doesn't like forums and I haven't had time to doo ^_~ comments.

Hey werewolf! We figured the full moon was up, so you were out pooping on people.

Good to hear from you in human form.

i know a kid how has shit his pants twice in school and been caught masterbating in class.lol hes messed up

I drank a rootbeer one time, felt it roll through my pipes, and it came out about 30 minutes later, foamy and STILL COLD!

I still can't pin down what does it to me (I'm sure blue cheese would do me in), but tonight I made dinner and sat down to a delicious meal. Then about 3/4 of the way through I start getting some rumblings. Yet I press on because it IS a pretty tasty meal (chicken breast, lentils, rice).
I finish eating and get ready to do the dishes. Well, I got the plate in the sink, and I knew there was no time to delay. I make it upstairs to my bathroom and have a real fear that I might not make it to a seated position in time. It was the damn belt. You know the kind with the two metal loops for a buckle? Well, they aren't exactly quick-release.
Thankfully my sphincter holds out in time for me to make it to the pot, and as soon as I relax this little shit bullet gets fired out of my ass by an enormous amount of gas. Followed by a rapid fire succession of gas-propelled turds. After that it was your typical afterdinner shits.
And just so you know, as I type this I am still finishing off the remnants. Yes ladies and gents, this is LIVE poopreporting straight from the PoopDesk. Thank god for wireless internet! The poopdesk is my trusty pooping companion. I recommend everyone build one.

You crapped your pants!

I ate a big chunk of blue cheese last night and this morning the poop was covered with green mold -- twice.

You have a great girlfriend. I'm glad she was supportive and stayed with you. I wiped my boyfriend's ass, so I know that poop is no match for love.

This is one of my favorite titles of all time.

One time my friend's husband suffered an eye injury, and lay on the gurney at the ER. He started groaning and writhing, and my friend thought her (newly wed) husband was in dire pain, and might lose his eye.

The eye wasn't hurting as much as he had to pee, but the doc told him to stay flat until they got his eye checked.

His poor (newly wed) wife had to go find a nurse and explain the problem. The nurse went in with a bed pan, and said, "Do you want me to help you, or would you rather your wife do it?"

He said later he wanted to just die. Forget the eye. He couldn't figure out which was worse: his wife trying to help him pee while on his back, or telling his wife that he'd prefer the nurse do it.

The nurse solved the problem by placing the bed pan on the bed and walking away. My friend said later that while it was somewhat embarassing for both of them, the whole experience made them more comfortable with each other regarding bodily functions.

Love rocks.