I woke up alone one morning after a long night of eating, drinking, and then eating some more. The heathenism from the night before was intense, and after several hours of sleep, a wicked amalgamation had brewed in my bowels. It took only three steps out of bed for me to know it was going to be an ordeal.
I was at my girlfriend's house -- except on that particular morning, it was the first time I had ever woken up there. Her dog was wondering about that, too; when I had opened my eyes, it was two inches from my face, staring at me with unwavering curio.
So after moving the dog out of my way, I stutter-stepped into the bathroom and took care of some hefty work. All the food from the night before came out like Play-Do, except it smelled like raw sewage and canine anus. It was massive -- a full-on, triple-notched, double-backed rattler.
And it was there to stay.
The turd was so large that it bridged the bowl at several points; the water just ran underneath. Flushing over and over only made poo-stains all the way around the inside of the bowl.
At that point, I knew I was in trouble. Although I was alone, my girlfriend was going to be home some time that evening, and the only thing I had to offer was a giant steamer stuck in the toilet.
For manly support, I dialed my best friend and told him what happened.
"Just go outside and get a stick to break it up," my friend instructed, as if he had done it plenty of times in the past.
Without pondering, I followed his lead and found myself in the bathroom with a long twig, stabbing and slicing at my obnoxious turd. Needless to say, the idea did not work out well; and by the time I quit, the pile looked like a porcupine.
I got off the phone to think alone. I realized my rudimentary twig was completely wrong for the job. Reluctantly, I upgraded to a long bread knife, and went to work.
After several bouts of segmentation and flushing, the turd was gone.
Relieved, I walked to the kitchen and washed the knife with bleach and other household chemicals. If it were mine, though, I would have just thrown it out.
Come to think of it, I don't think I ever told her about all that.