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After My Return To Beer

Posted 04.17.2008 by drivnNdrinkn (84)
Years ago, it was nothing for me to stay out all night drinking, closing down the bar, stopping for a greasy breakfast, crashing, and then rising the next day with a splitting headache as I headed to work after a strong cup or two of java. Usually I'd stop off at a fast food restaurant around lunch, order the daily grease burger, head home, eat the crap they pass off as food, and hit the head. It was a daily ritual. Depending on what my previous night consisted of in terms of nourishment, my lunchtime drop could be something that looked like rotten chocolate milk, brown stalks of broccoli, a 3/4-inch copper pipe, or, if I was really constipated, petrified wood.

Those were the worst. I'd have to slowly struggle to wrestle those out of my shit bladder, otherwise I'd tear up my exit wound. Sometimes I'd be so clogged up it would take the practiced maneuver of letting a mouse head peek out, suck it back in, and repeat until the rodent was ready to run. Still, I'd end up a little bit bloody. But I didn't mind... as long as I'm doing the deed in my own shit bunker, I could take my time, stink and dirty the place as much as I wanted, and then head back to work three-to-five pounds lighter.

You see, I can piss anywhere: in a phone booth (back when they existed), into a raging bonfire, or off the back of a moving pick-up truck. But when it comes to shitting, I have to crap at home in the luxury of my bright, white, well-lit and well-ventilated bathroom.

My lifestyle has changed over the years. Today I watch the Food Channel, cook healthy meals at home, and I haven't been to a fast food restaurant in over three years except to get a cup of coffee and/or use the facilities. I still continue with my daily shit ritual, only they are a lot healthier now.

But... I recently lost my job... so my day consists of trying to find a new one. And at night, I've been drinking a lot of beer. Cheap beer. It's all I can afford now. So after I pound a few Natty Lites, I get this ungodly urge to eat, so I'll cook a frozen pizza and eat the whole damn thing, and then eat half a bag of pretzels and sometimes a half-gallon of ice cream. I'm not kidding. I'm not some big slob. I'm six feet tall, 160 pounds, I work out religiously, and I run in marathons. But when I have free time, I can eat and drink.

This past weekend, my daily shit failed to realize any massive results. I'm used to a three-to-five pound mound a day. Friday's noontime shit weighed maybe an ounce. No big deal, I thought. I sometimes have smaller dumps and make up for it the next day.

Saturday comes. Another miniature turd. I mean, this sucker was baby-sized. Considering I drank at least twelve on Friday night and consumed all this junk food, you would have thought it would have been more. Saturday I not only drank another fifteen beers, but I consumed at least four hot dogs at lunch, and then a couple of grilled double cheeseburgers and some microwave popcorn and burritos while watching Saturday Night Live.

I slept in on Sunday morning, got up around eleven, took two fiber pills, ate bran flakes, and had a half-pot of coffee. I wanted to make sure I took a monstrous shit before my shower -- I was going to visit a girlfriend of mine and didn't want to have to use her little apartment shitter.

Just before my shower, I sat on the porcelain chair and tried to completely void my shit bladder, but all I had was this little two-ounce turd. Now come ON! I must have gut filled with toxic waste, but it ain't coming out. Funny thing: when I wiped, there was more on the Charmin than in the bowl.

I tried to sit down and force the situation, but no go. So I took my shower, dressed, and headed over to Barb's for an afternoon visit. She lives about thirty miles away.

Now, the whole while I was driving there, I knew I had this shit-stuffed gut, but I didn't have an urge to go. At Barb's we watched some TV, took a walk, drank some wine -- and then the urge hit me. I needed to go, but there was absolutely no way I was going to use her personal john. Don't get me wrong -- it is well kept, well stocked, and even has an exhaust fan. But when it comes to shitting... I mean, I can piss anywhere: on a kid's sandcastle at the beach, on an active beehive, or in the sink at a crowded stadium bathroom. But when it comes to number two, I only shit at home.

I told her I had to get home, but needed to stop at a grocery store for some items. She told me where a small neighborhood Sav-A-Lot was located. She said the area was not bad and the prices were reasonable and I'd be able to get in and out a lot quicker than those big mega-stores. I drove away quickly, realizing that I was not going to be able to stop at the grocery store and make the thirty-mile trek back to my house to unleash the big brown chuck roast. I figured I'd have to use the shitter at the grocery store.

Oh, how I dreaded that! But what were my choices?

I found this store in a slightly ghetto area. Broken glass all over the parking lot, shopping carts in disarray, and garbage strewn about. But I didn't care -- I just needed some cooking oil, pasta, and frozen garlic bread. The store was very vacant of customers, the aisles were dimly lit, but all I cared about was taking a shit. I mean, at this point I could give a damn about cooking oil. The only oil I cared about was the field of crude bubbling between my cheeks.

Quickly I looked for the public restrooms. Nowhere were they to be found. I couldn't believe it. But I was too embarrassed to ask.

Then I spotted a sign on an employee's doorway. I quickly pushed my way to the stock area and saw what looked like the employee break room. It was sooooo filthy...

I found the emblem that designated the men's room and hastily entered. Oh MY fucking god! I thought the break room was filthy -- this bathroom reeked worse than a landfill. Figure the stench month-old piss in a baby's diaper. The tile floor was black and one of the stalls had the dreaded "out of order" sign.

The good thing was, I was the only one in this sewer pit of a washroom. After entering the stall, I noticed there was no cover on the tank, and the seat was down, and the last asshole who used it pissed all over the seat and floor. Damn... but my choices were limited. At this very moment I had enough G-forces to built up in my ass cavity to power an atomic reactor.

Thank god there was toilet paper. I quickly grabbed a few pieces and wiped down the seat, and then took even more and made a three-layer-thick pad. I pulled down my Wranglers, hit the seat, and let loose.

The sound was similar to that of silicone exiting out of a caulk gun. Non-stop. And the stink -- oh my god. I thought the stench of this devil's asshole of a bathroom was bad, but it was overpowered by my three-day tar pile.

After I got off the seat, I looked down: it was a perfect three-layer coil. Unbroken. I have never done anything that artful in my life. Of course, more than half of it was above water level.

Now, what I normally do when I let go of a load that would overflow in the horn of plenty is flush the evidence, wipe my ass, toss the used Green Bay product in, and flush again. But I wasn't about to take the chance of this three-ringer overflowing the facility. So I grabbed about fifty sheets of the white institutional offering and got working on my bunghole. I bet there was a half-pound of peanut butter on that first try.

So I grabbed more paper and continued. I did it about three times, and still it didn't come out clean. So the next batch of asswipe, I balled it up, stuck it into the back of the toilet tank to get it wet, and did a wet sponge on my sphincter. Finally I dried with another bundle.

All said and done, I probably used as much toilet paper as a family of four in an impoverished nation uses in a year. The toilet was FULL.

I have never unintentionally filled a toilet to that extreme. Without weighing, I bet there was at least ten pounds of shit and another pound of paper. At that point, I whipped up my pants and got out of there. There was NO WAY I was going to flush that monstrosity.

I went to wash my hands only to find no soap. I wetted them, dried them in the dryer, and got the hell out. There was no way I was going to buy anything edible at a place that had a bathroom that disgusting.

Thunderbox (761) -- 04.17.2008

Good story, dNd. Those dirty-bastard store owners deserved every stinking inch of your three-coiler.

It was quiet in the store as all their customers were dying of dysentry caught from the owners filthy unwashed hands.

Too bad you didn`t have a calling card that you could have tossed on top of that water moccasin.

SpeedPooper (not verified) -- 04.17.2008

Why the fast-food hatin'?!?!! When I need to move a load from my bung bladder, I head over to MeggyD's counter and down a big mac. Like a visit from roto-rooter, the ol' shit sack gets a good special sauce drilling that leaves me with a spring in my step. I've never had a bowl of bran flakes work that well.

Lame comment!
crapconIV (not verified) -- 04.17.2008

im so pissed at store owners Like that! yMu should have unloaded on their face!

doniker (1517) -- 04.17.2008

OK, time to pick apart this terrible story, and the fact that Thunderbox likes it proves it sucks because he has no taste whatsoever.

As in most of your stories you idiotically think that the human body has a “shit bladder”.
It is very annoying.

I highly doubt you actually shit out “three-to-five pounds” of fecal matter during every dump. Weigh it sometime; I will bet you I am right.

The reoccurring theme of “I can piss anywhere” was never funny in any of your stories; stop it.

First you state:
“My lifestyle has changed over the years. Today I cook healthy meals at home, I still continue with my daily shit ritual, only they are a lot healthier now.”

And then in the next few paragraphs you admit to eating and drinking:
“Cheap beer (Natty Lites, if you even consider that beer, it’s really just dirty water), a whole frozen pizza, half a bag of pretzels, a half-gallon of ice cream, another fifteen beers, at least four hot dogs (at least? either you did or didn’t, I don’t understand), a couple of grilled double cheeseburgers, microwave popcorn and burritos.”
Real healthy.

Next you describe how the grocery store in your girlfriend’s neighborhood is so “ghetto” and I’m sure your girlfriend fits right it.

You said you “pulled down my Wranglers.” (What do those sell for $7 a pair? I haven’t wore Wranglers since I was 8!!)

You said “I probably used as much toilet paper as a family of four in an impoverished nation uses in a year.” Yeah right.

You said “I bet there was at least ten pounds of shit and another pound of paper.”
Total bullshit. If you weigh 160 pounds like you say, 10 pounds would equal nearly 7% of you total body weight. Impossible.

Oh and by the way it is “turtle head” not “mouse head.”

You constantly insult poor people but this story proves you are the king of the losers but how you talk, your lack of education, what you consider healthy, what you wear, who you date, and where you hang out.

I could go on an on but this is enough. Now lame me and deduct my points please.

Eoz (not verified) -- 04.17.2008

Unlike doniker, I do leave in some room for artistic license (ie the toilet paper of a family of four hyperbole - is forgivable) but I was eqally unimpressed. The metaphores and similes were too frequent and smacked of effort, and the storyline itself was drab (guy eats a lot, has to poop, poops a lot in dirty bathroom). It wasn't all bad, there were some funny bits.

The Thunderous ... (651) -- 04.17.2008

It was a good story but I wonder dear friends sometimes......he spoke of the three to five pound dumps he takes. I often wonder if there is anyone out there that will admit to actually WEIGHING their dumps. I am talking getting a scale put wax paper or good plastic or even newspaper on top of a scale and yes actually weighing how much comes out our rearends. I have taken some very impressive dumps in my day, however, I think I would be very disappointed if I actually weighed one of my dumps and found it to be lighter than I would have liked to have thought. Do you think dear friends that we would be impressed or disappointed if we weighed our dumps that we consider three to five pounders or even just a massive classification?
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

Merc (100) -- 04.17.2008

For some reason I despise anal-retentive types who split politically correct hairs. I mean the guy described a "ghetto" parking lot with cracked glass everywhere and battered cars.

So what? If that's what it looked like, then thats what it looked like. What is this, the Thought Police? You cant use certain words because it might by chance "offend" you.

It reminds me of when a newscaster was fired for using the word "niggardly"--a perfectly legitimate descriptive english word which has absolutely nothing to do with someones skin tone.

There's an emerging sentiment in the country whereby people assert their rights to not be offended by ANYTHING---and that they personall get to "choose" what offends them--not matter how benign.

Its tiresome, boring, and seems to be motivated by niggardlyness.

Hum bunger (96) -- 04.17.2008

The Thunderous said:

"I often wonder if there is anyone out there that will admit to actually WEIGHING their dumps."

Curiosity has made me say yes. If a really big one is calling me to the toilet I stop and weigh my body before and after pooping.
Never hatched a five pounder though . . .

kjetski (52) -- 04.17.2008

Good story,

I would have laid the brown cable in the apartment.

daphne (3325) -- 04.17.2008

You don't have to weigh poop to get an idea of how much it might weighs if you own a dog. When you pick up dog poop and put it in its little baggy, you can feel how heavy it is.

To have a bag that weighs as much as a 5 pound bag of sugar would be crazy. To imagine pooping 2 of those bags? I think that might be an exaggeration.

Oh yeah, I shop at 2 grocery outlets - one in town and one in Lacy down the road. I call shopping in those stores "getting ghetto groceries" because many of the brand names are obscure or the products are beat to shit. I'm not too good to eat beat up groceries or have a sense of humor about it. It's all good.


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

prarie doggin (1546) -- 04.17.2008

Unless you are eating shotgun pellets and washing them down with mercury, your shit won't come anywhere close to 10 pounds. I'll weigh one tonight on Mrs. PD's kitchen scale and get back to you guys tomorrow (if I'm still alive)

The Shit Volcano (3646) -- 04.18.2008

Ah, the million wiper gnomes strike again. That's what you get for eating all that junk food. Either that, or it was just the weird public dumping phenomenon I mentioned in the forums. Obviously I'm not the only one with the problem. Blech!

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Born right the first time.

Herbert (not verified) -- 04.18.2008

You sound a bit like me. I, too, can eat and drink a lot without putting on weight; I'm 172 cm tall (just under 5'9") and weigh 64 kilos (about 140 lbs), and I work out regularly (mostly weight training). My body fat is less than 10%.

But when I eat too much, or eat greasy food, I tend to have a lot of bowel movements. I have an unsettled digestion at the best of times, which is worsened by drinking strong coffee. It's probably due to a fast metabolism. In some ways I'm lucky, since it stops me from putting on fat, but it's still annoying having to go to the toilet at least twice a day.

The difference is that, unlike you, I can s**t in public toilets. Though I certainly wouldn't at my girlfriend's house. If I had a girlfriend. :-(

Gaseous Glay (95) -- 04.18.2008

I was going to comment on "shit bladder" but got here too late. You should just be glad they let you use their toilet.

Hieronymous Bowels (122) -- 04.18.2008

I've done the thing with weighing myself before and after a dump. I've got one of those digital scales that reads down to tenths of a pound. Biggest one I ever dropped was 6/10ths of a pound, and that was a pretty damn big turd.

phatmanxxl (142) -- 04.18.2008

The story was good no need to bash the author, although he did use the "I can piss anywhere" twice.

All that seemed biased and made you sound like you have something against the author. I'm sure the truthes were streched for our entertainment and to illustrate what went on.

Anyway I weighed my self before and after poopin one time I lost about a pound and a half. I should do that more often.

Postman (254) -- 04.18.2008

Your worst mistake was to quit drinking beer. I like to indulge in a brewski every now and then. (maybe more now than then), and I've never had trouble with shitting. As the medical profession has been telling us for some time, an occasional beer is good for you.

daphne (3325) -- 04.19.2008

Especially a good, yeasty lager. Or a stoudt, like Guiness. That will clean out the pipes quickly.


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

Herbert (not verified) -- 04.19.2008

Personally I find beer is no good for my digestive system, especially in large quantities. I prefer wine, whisky or, of course, gin and tonic (the greatest drink ever invented).

I don't really get bad hangovers, but if I drink a lot of beer I always have bowel problems the next morning. And the only time I've ever thrown up after drinking was when I downed a pint of Guinness in 5 seconds for a drinking game. Beer is not good for me.

daphne (3325) -- 04.20.2008

Good God. If I drank a pint of Guinness that fast, I'd puke too. I think you have to be raised on it to quaff like that!


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

The Shit Volcano (3646) -- 04.21.2008

Rum is, hand's down, the best drink ever! Or my own special mix, the Category 5.

1 part rum (size of a "part" is entirely up to you)
1 part tequila
1 part partially rotten orange juice
1 banana

Put all together in blender until smooth. Chugalug!

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Born right the first time.

baron von crapalot (444) -- 04.21.2008


Doniker, I've just come across this thread. Your first post had the tears rolling down my back!! brilliant work.

(cross eyed, dontcha know)

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whats that smell?

baron von crapalot (444) -- 04.21.2008


sorry, Daphne, I once took a girl out for a meal, absolutely shitting myself with panic, I chugged 3 pints of the liquid black gold in under 60 seconds.

Needless to say, a further 30 seconds later, I was looking at all 3 pints from above, wondering if I should flush it or not.

I guess I'm just a candy ass.

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whats that smell?

kjetski (52) -- 04.21.2008

I have shit in a few filthy crappers too. As I age I avoid them like the Eboli...

PopeChronicV (not verified) -- 04.22.2008

Greetings,

I can relate somewhat to this story -- without any happy endings unfortunately; I have been eating my usual sewer-food diet (more technically the inverted food pyramid), but my stools are dark little round 'pebbles' for the last 2 weeks. I go b.m. 4 times per diem, each time there lay 2 or 3 small dark/black nuggets.

Please help as my anxiety about these little round dark black defections is waxing.

Good night and good luck

Anonymous Coward (not verified) -- 04.28.2008

PopeChronicV - that's called constipation and if you live off low fibre junk food, that's why, in all likelihood. Try eating some more fibre (fruits, veg, wholegrains etc) or take a fibre supplement, and drink plenty of fluids. If it persists or you are concerned, check with a doctor.

Re: "I often wonder if there is anyone out there that will admit to actually WEIGHING their dumps."

Not in the way you mention, but I have weighed myself on digital scales accurate to 100g (3-4 oz) before and after a huge dump (severe drug induced constipation) and after 9 days of no pooping and normal eating. The result was 2.5kg (5.5lb) weight loss. Not as accurate as could be, but 5-6lb is a fair estimate.

Of course, as I have severe constipation (I have gone as long as 3 weeks before the urge to poop has hit) the poop will weigh less due to the fact that normal consistency poop has a higher water content than dry poop. I can't tell you how much the poop would weigh if you passed it normally everyday, but for me (my normal rhythm was to poop every other day) it would have worked out to around 1-1.5lb poop a sitting, possibly a little more (no more than 2lb). Just a FYI. :)

sittingpretty (158) -- 04.28.2008

Back in the 90's when I was on the diarrhea end of IBS I would weigh before evacuating large soft or watery stools. I would lose about 3lbs after each dump. If I weighed before a good pee I would lose 1lb. My abdomen always went down consistent with the 3 pounders.

Grim (not verified) -- 04.28.2008

don't wanna sound like a jerk but if I was in that position I would have shit on the floor. if the restroom was that bad it probably wouldn't have made a difference. the manager should have done a better job in keeping the place tidy. at least there was toilet paper.

drivnNdrinkn (84) -- 05.01.2008

I don't think I could have shit on the floor. I've never done that before, but have been to public restrooms where I have seen a full log on the floor along side the prorceloin.

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