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Eau de Toilet

Posted 08.21.2008 by Forrest Dump (14)
I was planning the first part of my European vacation to meet up with an old friend. Let's call her Julie. She had been studying in Europe and decided to rent a studio apartment in Paris for a month before heading home. I told her, "Why stay in Paris? Let's do something fun while I'm there." I suggested a weekend down at the French Riviera for some relaxing on the beach.

"Let's do it!" she replied. "Get your wonderful self over here. I can't wait!" So I booked our plane tickets and hotel.

She met me at the airport. She looked... well, puffy. A couple of years of school had not been kind to my formerly trim and toned gym buddy. She had not told me anything about this before I left, but on the train back to the apartment, she told me how she just met some guy, and how they immediately connected on so many levels. (Meaning: the guy's a player and is telling her what she wants to hear.) But I kept my mouth shut; after all, I didn't want to spoil our trip.

Now, usually a long plane ride involving ups and downs through many different levels of pressure will cause some bloating. In this case, I had a connecting flight, so it was twice as bad. But I couldn't really blow off any steam right in front of my lady friend. The apartment was a small studio -- I couldn't risk stinking it up.

We still had most of the day left, so we decided to check out the gardens at Versailles. We walked, and walked, and walked some more. The bloating only got worse as time went by. Things started to get unusually moist and lubricated down there. I hoped and prayed it was only sweat, and that the gargoyle had not escaped. When I was able to stop and check: no problems.

You might ask, "Why not seek some relief in one of the public bathrooms?" It's because I knew that an impending explosion of this size was going to require quite a lot of cleanup, possibly exceeding the limitations of paper and requiring a shower.

We made it back to the apartment. I lay down on the bed while she got ready for her new guy to pick her up. By this time, my stomach was churning. If I changed position from lying on my back to lying on my side, the entire contents of my bowels would squirm and gurgle in response. Her guy finally showed up to meet her and I could only manage to smile weakly and wave hello. The moment they were out the door, I headed to the bathroom. There was one BIG explosion, a couple of smaller ones, and that was it. Shower. Relief. Sleep.

The toilet: nothing remarkable about it. Except, there was a small trail of merde leading down the inside of the bowl. It wasn't anything I could have been responsible for, since my explosion was of the gas and liquid kind. As a result of this trail, it had "bowl breath" to the extreme. And this being a French bathroom, of course there was no ventilator fan. It seems the French are used to smelling shit. You smell it at the airport as soon as you land, it gets worse in the subways, and it never quite goes away, no matter where you are.

The next night, she asked if I wanted to hang out with her guy. Let's call him Dennis. "Sure," I said. "No problem." The plan was to meet up for drinks.

We met in the agreed upon location. I introduced myself and shook his hand. Dennis is Russian. Not one of those tall, blond Russians you see in war movies; he was one of those short, toad-like Russians who is the villain in a James Bond movie. After introducing himself, my nemesis proceeded to give Julie several long kisses. These makeout sessions kept going over dinner, on the subway, everywhere. I didn't fly to Paris to see this! I excused myself and left early.

The next couple of days, I didn't see much of Julie. I explored Paris on my own, and she came back to the apartment only to change clothes and take a dump. How do I know this? Because the Maginot Line kept getting bigger and thicker after every visit! Imagine a turd kicking and screaming its way down the bowl, leaving half of himself behind -- that's what was happening. Even though the bowl breath also got exponentially worse, I wasn't about to try and clean that stuff up. I closed the lid, closed the bathroom door, closed the door to the vestibule leading to the bathroom, and tried to escape the smell and get some sleep.

I'm not sure if she had a steady diet of foie gras and escargot that caused this or what, but I'm absolutely sure I was not contributing to the problem. I don't really understand how anyone could poop at that angle! Later in the trip I even got to try out one of those German shelf toilets. Nothing stuck to the bowl at all -- a clean getaway every time.

The night before our scheduled flight to the coast, she called and said something had come up. She couldn't go on the trip with me; it seems Dennis could not believe that she can have male friends that are just friends, and would not allow her to go. Then she tried to act like it was my fault for not being nicer to Dennis, so that she could invite him to go along, too! She did agree to pay for her unused plane ticket, at least.

The next morning, I packed up all my things, left the keys on the counter, and left to catch my flight to the beach. I suppose I could have returned to the apartment after the beach trip, but a free place to stay was not worth dealing with her or that toilet ever again. On the plane, I chuckled to myself, knowing that without me around, she'll have no way to hide her toilet troubles from him. And when I thought about his small, toad-like balls slapping against her sticky, shitty asshole, I was glad to get as far away from there as possible.

Eoz (not verified) -- 08.21.2008

Was this whole diatribe just an outlet for your fuming jealousy?

Also, what does "she looked puffy", mean? She's fat, or like she got punched in the face and her eye is puffed up?

wonderpance (599) -- 08.21.2008

i believe he was implying that she had gained weight since he last saw her.

i wonder if she sits with her butt barely over the toilet bowl, so the poop slides down the side creating the skid mark. that is a strange place for one.
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i love poop.

Eoz (not verified) -- 08.21.2008

Then it seems as though the years of schooling were a little TOO good to her.

MSG (743) -- 08.21.2008

Perhaps she sits on the rim, enabling a closer shot at the enamel.

Logjam (2453) -- 08.21.2008

So, Forrest, you managed to loose an overweight, toilet defiling airhead to a short, toady-faced version of a Russian. Care to elaborate on what Julie meant by calling you "your wonderful self?" (Nicely written account, by the way.)

C Everett Poop (668) -- 08.21.2008

I would have left a giant mud hoagie in her shitter as a reminder never to call me again. Maybe even an upper decker.

prarie doggin (2287) -- 08.21.2008

That and piss in the vodka bottle.

pnuttycorn (260) -- 08.21.2008

Ha ha CEP I haven't thought of an upper decker since the Greaseman was a DJ about 15 years ago.

Forrest Dump (14) -- 08.21.2008

This is my first poop report, so give me a break! Finally I had something to write about, not just a story about poop, but poop as a metaphor for a truly shitty situation. I meant puffy as in a relative of the Michelin Man. Jealousy would imply I wanted anything to do with her after this, which I don't. I spent the weekend relaxing on the beach in the south of France, without someone to stink up my hotel room. How bad could that be?

ChiliKahKah (90) -- 08.22.2008

I had no idea about what an "upper decker" was and so I turned to YouTube. You guessed it, more than a few entries about this special effect !

Thunderbox (884) -- 08.22.2008

Forrest - maybe it wasn`t her at all, sounds more likely that it was the commie swine. He`d have squatted like a toad on the edge of the bowl and let his rancid borscht turds crawl down the side leaving his calling card trail.

ChiefThunderbutt (919) -- 08.22.2008

Hmmmmmmm......Borscht causes rancid turds***adds to list of secret weapons****
PD.......Defiling an alcoholic beverage is against international law (or should be).

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Eat chilies and feel the burn!!

Forrest Dump (14) -- 08.22.2008

Definitely not the Russian. Every day she'd show up by herself in the afternoon, hang out in the bathroom a while, shower, etc, then leave. The slime trail would be noticably thicker and stinkier. The bathroom smelled worse than the Paris underground sewer tour!

prarie doggin (2287) -- 08.22.2008

I want to solve the mystery! Was she a slug?

daphne (3668) -- 08.22.2008

So, she never cleaned the toilet, at all?
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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

Doody howitzer (not verified) -- 08.23.2008

She was totally a giant slug ppl!

Gaseous Glay (117) -- 08.24.2008

Very often in Europe you find a toilet brush next to the toilet. Kind of disgusting I think but those toilets are prone to skid mark. Wonder why she didn't have one?

Which brings up a potential poll question, what do you do when you leave a skid? At home? While visiting a friend? You're in America now and there is no handy toilet brush available.

K (not verified) -- 08.24.2008

Bathrooms don't have any fan in France because our crap doesn't smell, or smells like a bouquet of roses! ;)

Vanilla Dolphin (69) -- 08.24.2008

K, I do understand that, historically, the French have been under the impression that their shit don't stink. But I can assure you, it does. Badly. I've been in a couple of French airports, and a fair share of French restrooms, and I can say without reservation that Forrest Dump is right - the smell of shit permeates everything. You've just gotten used to it.

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"...I once ate a roadkill possum that had been raised on a diet of carp. I cooked it over a fire fueled with old tires and dog shit. [My fart] put to shame the sewers of Calcutta."
- ChiefThunderbutt

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 08.24.2008

Well, I'm glad you at least got to enjoy your trip to the beach. All in all I couldn't believe the hospitality of your friend. What a bitch!

And my grandfather, whose Finnish birthplace is now in Russia, would applaud your description of the toad!

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I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time!

Bilgepump (1732) -- 08.24.2008

Shitty, you're a Finlander? Me too! My dad was all Finn. Both sets of his grandparents came over on the boat and settled in Cloquet, Minnesota, guess it reminded them of home.
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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.

Eozdork (not verified) -- 08.24.2008

You are not very smart Eoz. He stated right after he called her Puffy that she was not trim and tones anymore. Anyways, great story FD

Eoz (not verified) -- 08.25.2008

Hehehe, given the odd use of the word "puffy" to describe someone who is overweight, I figured they were unrelated, jealous thoughts.

Mrs. Mad Crapper (83) -- 10.09.2008

your final description of
And when I thought about his small, toad-like balls slapping against her sticky, shitty asshole, I was glad to get as far away from there as possible.
made me laugh and dry heave at the same time. I too would have left a surprise for her in the toilet after she was such an inconsiderate bitch to you throughout your trip. you should have wiped your ass or at least your sweaty ball sack across her pillows.

Loocretia Kornmush (30) -- 11.10.2008

A person's shit can leave a skid up the front of the bowl without shitting at a weird angle. When I plop my ass down I sit right over the hole, centered on the seat but my turds are so fantastically long that the end first coming out goes down into the middle, into the submerged moohole and the rest of it slides out, then falls over against the inside front of the bowl where about half of it is above the water line. Depending on the consistency, sometimes it breaks off at the water line when I flush and part of it stays attached to the porcelain, leaving a nasty slug trail to clean. A brush won't do it, unless you're ready to throw the brush away. Usually, I fill up a plastic container at the sink and keep pouring it over the stubborn moo until it finally comes loose then I flush it too. But I really hate when it falls over sideways instead of forward because it always leaves a shit stripe across one butt cheek.

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