Very nice story Ms. Bunny. I think you did the right thing. I believe in some cultures, burping after a meal is a compliment to the host, however I'm not sure what you expelled would have been.

BTW, Wawa's are my favorite. Was it filthy, before or after you had your way with it?

The bathroom was completely heinous to begin with, like used tampons on the floor, mysterious stains on the walls, and overflowing garbage. I'd like to think I pooped that bathroom into submission, but it was torn up long before I got there. I just added the icing on the filthy cake.

Girl eats soup, girl has to poop, girl leaves house and poops at a gas station.
Meh. Not bad, but nothing special or unique.

Having lived in Philly and Jersey I can say I love Wawa too!!! But their bathrooms are a total crap-shoot (literally). Some are nicer than my home toilet sanctuary, while others have a more inviting parking lot. Take my advice folks, don't eat a Wawa 'boli while hung over or if you even plan on doing any heavy drinking. Part of my shit episode concerning the Atlantic Ocean was due to Wawa 'boli consumption. But I love all the rest of their foods, and I still use their bathrooms whenever I have the chance to visit!

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I hear ya. Wawa's are my favorite convenience stores, but the bathrooms are typical road commodes. I had a post a while back about one I went into in Pa. As I was about to walk in, an employee warned me that someone had shit into the urinal. I figured the toilet must also be plugged, but there was still the sink and wastebasket, so I went in. In front of the urinal was one of those "wet floor" cones. I think the employee placed it there and quit.

Nice one, Bunny. If your future inlaws from `Nam eat that kind of stuff 3 or 4 times a day, their toilet must get some fairly severe batterings on a regular basis.

Just go with the flow next time, they may not be quite the inscrutable orientals you think they are. Might even get a round of applause for your efforts.

Then again, if they were war survivors they might be diving for cover.

Well, let`s hope that the toilet isn`t connected to a tunnel complex below their ville....

Incoming!!!

I'm with Thunderbox. In high school I had a vietnamese friend, and although his family's house was always tidy, their bathroom was like some nightmare from a rock-concert shit-house.

They eat it. They shit it.

Nice one, BB. The perfectly timed courtesy flush (or flushes) can usually help with the stench problem; I've been trying to think of a good way to provide acoustic cover. Would singing "Home on the Range" really loudly be any better than the sounds of explosive ass splatter? You are fortunate to have grown up in a Shameless environment, but what is your SO's attitude regarding bodily functions? That might clue you to how the parents deal with the subject.

Boyfriend is a keeper.I hope if you marry him you won't have to take a dump at the wedding or the reception.This time you made it to a toilet.It was better then pooping in a parking lot.

It's a huge insult to not eat what you're offered in quite a few eastern cultures, but I don't know which ones. Mr. Kurt was told this when visiting Japan, too, before attending a home visit. He loved the sushi but was also expected to eat horsemeat.

This is a conundrum to me. If a food is against your religious beliefs or lifestyle - for instance, what if Brown Bunny was a vegetarian or part of a religion that forbade organ meats - you're insulting a guest by not eating food containing those things. And yet, they're insulting you by expecting you to eat it.

Then again, maybe things have changed. Is it still considered an insult to turn down food against your beliefs that has been offered by your host?

By the way, nice story, Bunny.

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Only if its undercooked....come to my home for dinner one time, Daphne, you'll understand.

Hell, I'll eat anything. If it's still moving I'll dispatch it right on the plate.

Sorry Daphne

No need to apologize to her, PD, she regularly boils carrots, listening with delight as the little tubers scream in pain...frequently carving the very heart out of an artichoke...beheading lettuce...she's a She-Hitler...vegetable genocide master. The oven? God man, you do NOT want to see that...

Hmmmm I guess guys are different. If I had that strong an urge to shit I just would have used the bathroom there. If they cant take it then perhaps this isnt a family I should conshitter marrying into. Get used to this ass cannon its gonna be around for a looonnnng loonnnng time.
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I'll bet that little 80 pound waif of a future mother-in-law farts like a gatling gun.

There are in-laws and outlaws. Only outlaws are wanted.

BB. Very entertaining, and well-told, story. Keep them coming.

I no longer mind, when in a public restroom, letting loose and serenading whomever is in there with my ass improv. PR helped me get to that point. But I can’t bring myself to do that when the audience is not also in the restroom. The worst is when they are in an adjoining room eating.

I feel the same when the positions are reversed. I don’t want someone blasting away within earshot while I’m eating dinner or trying to watch TV. Toilets just ought to be located away from the cloths-on areas and/or well insulated. Since joining PR, I’ve done considerable introspection about whether my reluctance is rooted in shamefulness. Perhaps. But I have concluded that I’m not going to change on this one: visible separation from the zipped-up world is necessary, but not sufficient.

I will not eat horse.It might be a horse that was formerly owned by my racing stable.

Your not eating it doesn't change the fact that it was sold and slaughtered after its usefulness was considered no longer worth the feed.

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Exactly, Daph. Anything worth eating is worth fattening up first. Critters that aren't fed turn out stringy and tough and, generally, not very tasty.
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

What does it matter what opinion the future FiL has of you now? You're not having sex with him ...or, at least, I hope not. As soon as you squeeze out the first pup, the In-Law's malice will melt away, especially if it's a cuddly little dark baby and you raise it to be a rice eater. And if that doesn't work, just threaten to withhold visitation rights. You may find that their attitude toward you changes quickly.

(Before I get lamed for the "dark baby" and "rice eater" comments, my Oriental grandmother used precisely those terms about her grandchildren and to our faces, no less.)
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Yo quiero Taco Bell.

We will not sell a horse to a slaughter house.When a R and J horse is done racing we send him to a farm where he will spend his days reading Poop Report.They submit stories about real horse shit.

CC, I never said you sold horses to slaughter.

I said whether or not YOU eat it doesn't change the fact that it was still sold and slaughtered because someone decided that it was no longer worth the feed. There is still going to be a demand for horsemeat, and there are still going to be hundreds of breeders in Lexington and wherever that will sell horses not winning them money to people who will kill and sell them for more money. The point I was trying to make is that whether or not you take a bite of it isn't a drop in the bucket of what makes the horse industry run.

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Don't fuck with the Shitler, CC...she'll tear you up.

Shit. That's not how I meant to come across.

What I mean is CC is surely a good person, but if eating horse meat from a horse he might have known makes him sad, then the industry in general should make him sad. I like to know there are breeders out there who place their retireds in a field. Many don't, which is why we have Japanese and French families eating horsemeat with Lexington tattoos.

And for the record, good for you, CC, for being responsible. I wish you set the example for the lot.

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How'd we get off onto horses? Pigs are the special of the day. PIGS.

At least the old man didn't set out shit encrusted punji sticks for you to step on as you beat your retreat from his horrible cuisine. He was trying to kill you, you know, by serving up that stuff. My nose burns just imagining what the farts were like!

Lot of courage you had to leave for regions unknown with pork liver and garlic bubbling and brewing in your gut. You could have just as easily ended up the crappy pants shit stained fool for taking the chance.

Btw . . . we called it dirty rice in Louisiana but it was made with just enough chicken liver to make the rice look "dirty" and it was tasty not rank and disgusting.

WTF! After enduring the “Special of the Day” the polite thing to do would have been to find the shitter closest to the dining room and BLAST AWAY!

I agree with Gaseous, that dude was trying to kill you. He would have been really impressed to know your bowels could pass anything!

STOP EATING HORSE, TRY SQUIRREL (they die on impact)!

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I would love the Louisiana "dirty rice" bc I like chicken liver. There are some things I refuse to try, for example duck fetus (still encased in the egg shell) are quite a treat in Vietnam, I passed on those when his mom brought them over. His father's opinion of me is important bc to me I'm proving his shitty, negative opinion of American girls wrong. I am trying to win him over with my awesomeness. And CC, yes I want to marry the boyfriend, we're going to elope one of these days. So delaying the ceremony bc I ate enchiladas the night before won't be an issue.

BB just make sure to go before climbing down that ladder. But then again, eat up, it'll make a good story.

Bleh. I have had pho(sp?) before and it was awsome. BUT, it did send me straight to the terlet. And I hope your boyfriend's Dad gets over his preconcieved notions about 'merican girls.

Blaun Bunny no mally son. American srut!

I will tell you what, his opinion may matter to you, but your honesty and trust matter to him. Show it by letting yourself go alittle bit, enjoy the hospitality. Trust me, after aving spent much time in various aisan countries, those little bastards put most of us to shame, they are very polite about it, but very open and understanding.

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I simply would have shit in his bathroom and cracked the door so the smell of that vile creation he served could haunt him like his dead ancestors.

Sounds like you found the right boyfriend. So many stories on here talk about superficial boyfriends and girlfriends who dump their dates for having the shits. I suppose having the shits is a nice test of worthiness, weeding the future yuppy retards out from the real gems. Congratulations on a great catch!

And don't worry about the in-laws. Having foreign in-laws makes for some interesting adventures. I can say this from experience. (Okay, so legally they aren't in-laws, but I still consider them family.)

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