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Posted 03.14.2006 by The Little Turd... (10)
I wasn't feeling all too peachy on that fateful eighth grade morning, but my parents insisted I go to school anyway. More like they forced me. Except for an occasional churning in the pit of my stomach, the day was good -- right up until geography class. Suddenly I felt something was amiss, and I'm sure my duodenum sent shock waves to my brain because I shot up, bolted to my teacher, and asked if I could go to the bathroom. Thank God he said yes.

Only the senior bathrooms were open. Since I was a junior, that really frightened me. I didn't wanna go take a huge crap while scared a senior might walk in, smell my putrid methane chemical attack, and beat me senseless. My fears soon escalated: the bathroom was indeed swarming with seniors all smoking and bunking classes, and there was no damn way I was gonna brave all that.

I ended up walking around the block of classrooms over and over in the hopes that maybe an asteroid or something would come crashing down, causing everyone to flee in panic, leaving the bathroom all to me. Instead, the gods of floating fecal matter sent an angel. She appeared as a pimple-faced grade twelve girl, asking me to please carry her artwork down to the hall. I obliged. She told me to be careful with it, not realizing that I was on the verge of shitting my pants. If that bomb dropped, forensic detectives would battle to find the epicenter of the explosion.

I grabbed her artwork and literally ran my little white ass off down the hall, banging and scraping the artwork against every possible corner of the walls. I didn't do it on purpose -- I was so close to crapping my pants that I needed to get back to that senior bathroom as fast as possible. I hoped to God that the rebels had all gone off to class.

I threw her artwork down and felt the most horrid pain in my stomach. It was time. I was gonna soil myself outside in the hall. God hated me, and I didn't understand what I had done to deserve this punishment. But I took it like a man, getting ready to pull my pants down and shit my guts out.

Then I saw a glimmer of hope. A beacon of light. It came to me in the form of a sign that read, "Teachers Bathroom."

"Oh God, you didn't forsake me after all!" I meekly opened the door to the bathroom to make sure I didn't run into any authority figure. Then I went into the first stall I found and crapped into it the most frothy brown broth ever to exit my body. It was hitting the surface of the water at such a velocity that swamp liquid was splashing onto my innocent ass cheeks and nut sack, painting the white walls of the porcelain palace brown.

I was starting to feel better when, still in mid-shit, I heard the main bathroom door open. I tightened all the muscles in my body as hard as possible to stop the destruction from continuing. Then I lifted my bag and blazer off the floor in case someone saw them and propped my feet up against the stall door. Two people entered the bathroom: my principal and the deputy principal. Could it get any worse? Of all the people to walk in, why the two most important people on campus? I kept my sphincter tight enough to crack a walnut and prayed to the gods that the men would leave soon. The last thing I needed was for them to be in the bathroom when onslaught number two commenced.

They both urinated as they talked about some student or other, and then left. Before that main door closed, I just had to release the tension in my anus and let the flow continue. And boy, it was worse than the first time. Finally the massacre subsided and I felt better. I turned to grab some toilet paper to wipe my torn and tattered butthole. To my horror and disgust, I realized the toilet paper was finished. Then I shat again. I couldn't believe my luck at that point -- I just hoped that the other stall in the bathroom had some toilet paper. If it didn't, I was prepared to wipe my ass with my newly-received maths revision worksheet.

I grabbed my bag and blazer and opened the stall door even more meekly than I had opened that bathroom door the moment I entered. Then, with my pants around my ankles, I shimmied to the other stall as fast as I could, terrified someone would come in. With sweat dripping from my forehead, I peered into the second stall and saw toilet paper. I was so overcome with joy that I sat down on the pristine toilet and defiled it just as I did the first one.

After onslaught number three, I wiped my ass and butt cheeks with three-quarters of the roll and flushed away my nightmare. By the time I was done, it was already break-time, so I went to my usual spot to tell all my mates my story. They all laughed until they cried. I was just relieved to be out of that shitty situation.

As I was writing this, I realized something: I never did flush the first toilet I bombarded with my blitzkrieg from hell. So all I can say is this: stay in school, kids. You don't want to be the janitor that ends up cleaning the unearthly excrement of people like me.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 03.14.2006

A "junior" in the eighth grade? How many grades did your school have?

Another example of what TBW refers to as the "the ol' whew and phew" genre.

The Little Turd That Could (not verified) -- 03.14.2006

it was high school...five grades. grade 8 are the juniors and grade 12 are the seniors

Dave (11657) -- 03.14.2006

A "junior" in the eighth grade? How many grades did your school have?

I was wondering if I'd need to put a disclaimer up or not. Looks like I do. The author tells me he's from South Africa, so their terminology is a bit different. I'm guessing that "junior" refers to anyone who's not in Grade 12.

CC (not verified) -- 03.14.2006

You can be forgiven for turd terrorism.In your haste you forgot to flush your waste.You must be glad you found TP and a toilet.

Shatty Cake (135) -- 03.14.2006

This is the first time I've heard of bathrooms just for seniors or 12th graders. Usually there are just bathrooms for students and bathrooms for teachers, at least in my experience.

Of course it would be the principal and deputy principal -- Murphy's Law.

Good story.

Bunga Din (1239) -- 03.14.2006

In Canada there are no such things as middle schools, junior or senior, we strictly go by grades. Junior high is grades 7 and 8, highschool 9-12 (we even had a grade 13 in my day).

Rat Droppings (175) -- 03.14.2006

You successfully breeched and defiled the teacher's bathroom. You should have won the eighth grade AWARD for turd terrorism. That made you cooler than any of those seniors you were afraid of.

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"Those who write on shithouse walls, roll their shit into little balls. Those who read their words of wit, eat those little balls of shit." Author Unknown

Bunghole In the... (432) -- 03.14.2006

Bunga, was the 13th grade an elective-transitional as a precursor to prep academy / university or was it mandatory attendance?


"Odor in the court! The judge is eating beans--his wife is in the bathtub counting submarines." Author Unknown

Bunghole In the... (432) -- 03.14.2006

Forgot to mention to the author, The Little Turd, that I very much enjoyed your story. I, too, snuck into use the teachers lav in high school on a fairly regular basis, as the washroom facilities for students (at least the ladies washroom) was always cigarette-smoke-filled and not the cleanest (dirty butts of both animate and inanimate persuasion...)

Not that I'm a prude. I've been known to stoke a toke back in the day, but it was off premises with silent partners in crime.
And I was renowned for my sneaky fart escapades (okay, I'm still guilty of those)!


"Odor in the court! The judge is eating beans--his wife is in the bathtub counting submarines." Author Unknown

TurdyTreeAnaTurd (100) -- 03.14.2006

"and I'm sure my duodenum sent shock waves to my brain"
What kind of jeans do turds wear?
Duo-Denims

KeepOnCrappin (551) -- 03.14.2006

I have a similar high school shit story i'm getting ready to send off to Dave soon.

Where I went, There werenormal bathrooms everywhere, except by the cafeteria, which were seniors only. they had their own lunch line too.

Elementary: K-6 grade
Middle/Junior High- 7-8 grade
Senior High/High- 9-12 grade

The newer schools in my county are called middle/high schools.

But the older ones were junior high and senoir high schools.

AssBlaster2000 (1116) -- 03.14.2006

Sorry for making this into a school discussion but when I was a kid we had elementary school until 6th grade, then junior high which was grades 7, 8, and 9, then high school in grades 10-12. Then I moved to a different area which had grades 6, 7, and 8 in a middle school, and I found this to be most lame because 6th graders are little twerps and they really shouldn't be in with older kids because of their utter lameness. The high school had grades 9-12 and after grade 10 I always hated the 9th graders because they were hallway jammers; it was so much fun to knock them down to get them out of the way. My school had a very bad overcrowding problem and, after I graduated, to solve this they built a new middle school and renamed the old middle school the Freshman Center, aka the Tard Center. Why couldn't they have done that when I was in school?

I would wager that the 8th graders are called juniors because they are in "junior high" and the 9-12th graders are called seniors because they are in senior high, only it is in the same building.

Getting back to the story, yeah turd terrorism is bad, mmmmkay, but defiling the teachers' bathroom rules, and if the author had been one of my friends he would have become my new hero. What would have been really funny though is if the principal had been laughing at him.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 03.14.2006

AB2K says, "when I was a kid...."

This was, like, five years ago, right, my wee one?

Rat Droppings (175) -- 03.14.2006

What's bad is going to a small prep school that encompasses grades 1-12 with a bunch of clones, and hearing things like, "When your mother went here..." from school marms that are as old as the town itself. Oh boy, now I am recalling my own school toilet habits. Did I mention the bathrooms were unisex? Okay this is all gonna have to go into a story.

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"Those who write on shithouse walls, roll their shit into little balls. Those who read their words of wit, eat those little balls of shit." Author Unknown

AssBlaster2000 (1116) -- 03.14.2006

Dumpster: more like 10-15 you goddamn old fart.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 03.14.2006

Is that any way to talk to your elders, young lady?

AssBlaster2000 (1116) -- 03.14.2006

One more age joke and you're banned from the forums for a week. Why? Because I can.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 03.14.2006

AB2K, you ARE such a dear! Would you really ban Dumpster from the forums for a week! Just now, it would be the greatest favor you could do for a friend who is so seriously behind at work because of spending all his time on this fine site. So, let me see if I can come up with a joke that will earn me this proffered privilege:

AB2K and her little sister, AssBlaster2001, were at the carnival one day, when a swarthy, gypsy-looking man (I think his name was doniker) beckoned them into the dark recesses of his tent.

"Don't be afraid, my leettle loflies," crooned the old fakir. "I choost vants to capture all off your youthful booty--ah--beauty on dis film!" he said as he carefully positioned the girls side by side, knees wide apart and school uniform skirts hiked way up.

Then, patting AB2K reassuringly on her inner thigh, he whispered something in her ear and went behind the camera, draping a black blanket over his head.

"What's he gonna do now?" asked little AB01.

"I dunno," responded our heroine. "He said something about he was gonna hafta focus."

"BOF UV US???" squealed little sis.

(If this isn't bad enough, I'll try to come up with something worse. See you next week!!)

The Shit Volcano (3740) -- 03.14.2006

South Africa? Poop truly is the world uniter! Welcome to the site!

This story comes on an appropriate day for me. I have the stomach flu with horrible cramps and diarrhea. I can now totally sympathize (and empathize) with your tail... er tale, of whoa!

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Broccoli!

Fart Poopie (1257) -- 03.15.2006

When I was in school 8th graders were called 8th graders, 9th graders were called freshmen, 10th graders were called sophomores, 11th graders were called juniors and 12th graders were called seniors. K-6 was elementary school, 7-8 was middle school, 9-12 was high school.

I love the school poop stories. They always involve sneaking around teachers and avoiding the older kids.

We've all had to do that for one reason or another (if not poop).

George Eliot Butterz (244) -- 03.16.2006

Ah this reminds me of a great poop story when I was at school doing my A Levels... All I can say is watch out for the Mahogany Wallet story which I'll be posting to Dave post haste!


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A turd in the hand is worth two in the bush

Poop Shooter (598) -- 03.16.2006

Fabulous school shitting tale. I can only imagine what the teachers thought when they went nito the stall with the destroyed shitter.

good Shit dude!!!


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Regional POWER POOPING CHAMPION 1988-2006
Poop Shooter!

KeepOnCrappin (551) -- 03.16.2006

I have a school shit story i'm writing right now that doesn;t invole a teacher restroom.

kendall (1) -- 03.19.2006

I never recall taking a shit in school... I take that back I did in college.

GottaGoGirl (2616) -- 05.14.2006

Funny; I've never heard my daughter mention whether or not she uses the bathroom at school. When she comes home, she stops in the jane first thing, though, so maybe she holds it all day. Hmmmn. Never thought to ask. Now I'm curious.

DungDaddy (1386) -- 07.03.2006

Little Turd's act was not terrorism. He was forced by the administration into a situation of dire need. That is why he did what he did.

Eaglenation (8) -- 07.03.2006

I never understand why people dont check to see if there is TP available b4 they shit. I mean, I've had dire situations too, that came out of nowhere, in fact I just had one last week, but no matter HOW dire it is, I ALWAYS check the TP situation first.

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