The chamber pots of my childhood (AKA
slop jars) were not porcelain but were always enameled metal. I mentioned in a comment on my story "Lav of My Life", that slop jars were used primarily as collectors of nighttime urine and were seldom shit in. After all, who wants to keep a container of stinky turds under their bed all night.

I have visited the home of Andrew Jackson (the Hermitage) several times and seen the chamber pot in the master bedroom. It was placed under a chair with a hole similar to an outhouse. The pot was in a drawer that slid in and out. I suppose shitting in one wasn't to bad in the days that servants or slaves did the emptying.

Oh yes...before I forget....the prez crapped in a small ceramic pot.

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Fuck that fat whore. How the hell were any of you to know anybody there had a gramma named Tucket? She was the one who donated it to Goodwill. It's her fault. People like that, who try like hell to be offended, really bug the piss out of me.

I would have found it hilarious if it were me.
According to my Mom there was no pooping in the slop jar, you went to the outhouse at 2 AM to poop, but it didn't happen often.

My grandma never wiped either. She was so pure, that she never pooped.

Thanks for relating this, Spanky. I love odd coincidences of this sort. Once, on impulse, I greeted a friend I’d known for ten years with “Hi, Bozo.” I watched this otherwise placid guy transform into a drooling maniac, hands poised to tear my head off. Built like a bear, he could have done it. I froze in place.

He demanded to know how I’d found out about “the Bozo thing,” a name, which it turns out, his brothers had taunted him with. It took me a long time to convince him that I had not been in contact with his brothers. But this, I think, troubled him even more. What else could he conclude but that his internal Bozo was visible to anyone who cared to look close enough. It’s been many years since I’ve seen him, but I can always come up with “Bozo” long before I can remember his real name. (And I’m fucking dead if he reads PoopReport.)

Why was Wilma's weight added to this story?
Was it a relevant factor?
If Wilma weighed 125 pounds, would her weight have been mentioned?
Why isn't Spanky's weight mentioned?
Why isn't Spanky's wife's weight mentioned?
Why isn't Don's weight mentioned?

Because, an angry 400 pounder is nothing to be toyed with (which also explains, doniker, why I don't like to fuck around with you ... or Bozo).

Because a fat psycho is funnier than a skinny one. STOMP STOMP Swipe chamber pot proceed to yell...
Hey I'm fat too.
Donkier.....are you sensitive?
*faint*

Doniker:

a 400 lb woman is a significant detail-and funny--doniker is in denial.

Logjam that was hysterical.

Doinker is correct. Spanky is being insensitive. In an effort to be politically correct, the woman should have been referred to as "gravitationally challenged."

This is PoopReport...do you really think we give a flying fuck about being "politically correct"?
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The proper order is kiss me, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt. I cannot stress this enough.

The unhappy family member "outed" Gram. No one else in the roon would have connected the dots.

So, she can blow it out her backside. Honest, did she think that a donation would result in destruction of the pot ?

If she did not want to have it come up again, then pitch it in to the trash not to the recycle bin !

Funny story; again, the long arm of coincidence reaches far. In medieval times chamber pots (thunder jugs, etc.) were used, then emptied out the front window into the street, sometimes with poo as well as pee. There are stories about people getting doused with the contents of a chamber pot.

I remember seeing a couple of really fancy porcelain ones at ny granny`s house when I was a kid. I thought they were for washing in.

Wilma was pissed off for the sole reason that she knew that there was no way that she could ever use the family heirloom - because her big fat ass would crush the fucker.

spend as much time on top of excessively large women as doniker has and you'd be sensitive too.

What a great story! It had me rolling. What ARE the chances?

I agree with Dungdaddy on this story, too. Chamber pot or not, antiques are antiques and family heirlooms are family heirlooms, even ones that have held poop. If you give something away, then it's not up to you what becomes of it, and you have no right to be offended if that article is used for humor.

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Question... how much do you weigh doniker?
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I was at a family reunion of sorts when my grandfather died. We were at my great-aunt's house when my cousin dragged out the slop jar. She was gleeful to explain how she used to be able to form a seal around the slop jar using her rear end thus cranking out some nice artificial fart noises.

I asked her to demonstrate, but she declined while laughing heartily!

Spank,
you should have filled it with shit and let that fat bitch Wilma "have her cake and eat it too"

In the forums we have a discussion about awkward moments. This tops them all!

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