Sure it would've been better to get it over with early, but don't you feel so victorious when you make those final strides to the toilet when you've got a shit fighting you for release? Maybe I'm a sadist, but I like the challenge that a mean crap can propose. Its like challenging a duel between my mind and ass, with the toilet as the judge. I make it to the toilet 99% of the time, and then its just "parry, parry, thrust, thrust." It makes me feel like a real man.

You should have been honest and just told
your mum you had to drop a load.

It's a wonder you didn't become a shameful shitter over this incident. You should have just told her you had to shit really bad. Then again, that is easier said than done by little kids. I remember dropping a brown potato in my undies because I didn't want to tell Mom I had to crap.

Yep. I shouldn't have postponed. But looking back on it, I really think the excitement of getting to the pool got the better of me. And you're right, TSV, an incident like this might have pushed me in the other direction. The fact that I didn't want Graham to talk to me any longer than he did is a good indication that I wasn't completely Shameless at that point in time.

Let me get this straight; you had to poop, you held it for a bit, then offloaded in the appropiate place with one minor and very polite interruption? Yawn.

Yeah, and to followup on poopsicle's observation. Literature just bores me. People are born, they get into some sort of fix, they resolve it, maybe, and then die. Double yawn.

If literature bores you, then why do you come to this site?

There’s always a risk, freakozoid, that when one tries to be a little subtle, literal types will miss the point entirely. Indeed, this is one of the reasons I sometimes like to be subtle. Give it some thought.

Don't sweat about freakazoid, Logjam. This person is always making trouble.

Thanks for charging to my rescue, TSV. And to TBW, my apologies for playing a part in derailing this thread. I have to learn to overlook irritating posts.

this is so funny I shit my pants

like that one for example?

TBW: Yes, you should probably have just gone & sat on the pot at home & let every one else wait. I would have done that.

However, it's also true that your mother wasn't very tactful there at the pool.

Enough said!!

Again, my fault, actually. She was just being a mother, thinking that I was sick. As someone further up the thread pointed out, I should have also just told her it was a matter of #2 straight out. When I submitted this story to Dave-O, my title suggestion was: The Consequences Of Postpoing The Deed. (And using euphemisms, too, I suppose.)

I always laid my logs in the pool, then got out and got a Coke while the action started. O fcourse, I'd wait till I was done swimming first. This is at the Boy's Club.

Rectal Inversion, you can get the same effect with a balled-up brownie and it's less work.

That Story Wos Bollocks

Controlling your urge to shit-Drink a quart of Orange Metamucil and stay as tight as a snare drum all day and then come evening you better have some rubberized exoanable underwear as you will fill your diapers thru the night until the next morning and you will notice your belly has a jello like shake to it and it is 360 degrees all-around your waistline,well it time to shower and suds up your skin to get rid of the smell and then you will notice the greatest benefit of all
you will be able to see your toes without holding your stomach in at all !

One tablespoon of baker dry yeast mixed into a cup of hot chocolate and you will have enough gas to last the entire day-enough to gas all your co-workers out of the building provided they do not have colds and cannot smell anything at all.

A! FUNNY STORY! You're my favorite poopreport writer!

Ah mothers, gotta love them.

I would have probably done the same thing as you TBW. What sound better "My stomach is upset" or "I have to take a giant shit"? Most people would opt for quote A.
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A man who farts in church, sits in his own pew.