I have heard funny things in my day, but after moving into my apartment at college, I realized I hadn't heard anything yet. I will first start with the floor plan of my apartment:
Hopefully it is apparent now. The door that separates my room from the bathroom is very thin. Needless to say, anything that takes place in that bathroom can be heard loud and clear. Because of my apartment's design, I have learned very much about the art of moving bowels.
The toilets at school are always clean, and the well-contoured seats fit my ass perfectly. My roommate, Justin, while a Shameless Shitter at home, claims never to use the bathroom at school. So when he goes to unload some trouser chili at home, he makes it very apparent.
First of all, his way of announcing his presence is to slam the toilet seat down. Next, he unbuckles his khakis and drops them to the floor. Since his pants are full of metal eyelets and stuff, they sound like Santa's sleigh bells. After that, he sits on the toilet, positions himself, and grunts. One is always assured to hear quite a few plops, always punctuated by his loud grunts -- it sounds like he's really straining in there. Shortly after that, you can practically see green waves snaking under the door. I HONESTLY HAVE NEVER SMELLED SUCH OFFENSIVE ODOR FROM AN ASS.
After about seven minutes of this ordeal, there are always a few more grunts, and then inevitably a squirt of diarrhea. I have never once heard Justin leave before he has confirmed the end of havoc by the diarrhea squirt. After that, he wipes up, flushes the toilet which is surely filled to the rim, washes his hands, and then leaves as if nothing happened. I respect his honesty around me.
One morning, Justin brought over a buddy. Both of them had partied hard the night before. I heard fast-paced footsteps down the hall, and the bathroom door slammed. I could tell it didn't lock. Next I heard the sound that must give my toilet nightmares: the flow of diarrhea echoed throughout the apartment.
Then I heard Justin cough in the living room, and realized that the anal orchestra I was listening to were completely different from what Justin makes, even when he has straight diarrhea. Who was this mysterious shitter?
Not wanting to humiliate this dude by letting him know I was in the next room, I waited very quietly until he was done. I heard a few toots and the flipping of Maxim pages. Finally, I heard toilet paper unrolling, and I knew that my toilet was done suffering. The front door closed. I ran to the window to find out who took that awesome power dump. It was Jim, a guy in one of my classes.
I went to inspect the toilet. I was scared, but to my surprise, there was only the tiniest hint of bowl havoc... and no splatters! After the horror I overheard, I truly appreciate such toilet respect.
-- Rick