I heard this story from a girl at work and have retold it ever since, as it is the most unbelievably unlucky shit I've ever heard of. This girl, who shall remain nameless, used to be a wild child, experimenting with drugs and such. Evidently she had some mutual friends who had just started to date. My friend is now clean, but I can't say the same for these friends of hers -- their Saturday night was usually a couple of six packs and a speedball.
So it finally came time for the new boyfriend to bring the new girlfriend to his family's beautiful, conservative Connecticut household for dinner with the parents. True to form, the two stayed up the entire weekend preceding the event doing their usual eight ball and getting totally keyed up.
When the following afternoon came, she headed over with him to meet his family, likely nervous as hell and still keyed up. They spent some time inside the home while Mom was cooking dinner, and the smell of the food started to turn her stomach. She tried to ignore it as long as possible, keeping up chatting with the siblings and such. Finally, just as they sit down to eat, she apologizes and excuses herself, unable to wait a second longer.
Out of eyesight, she sprints upstairs to take the monster, explosive shit she feels coming on. She makes it to the pot, luckily, and relieves herself, congratulating herself for deciding that the upstairs bathroom was the place for her smelly affair, away from the dinner table.
She collects herself to wash up and head back to dinner when she notices the toilet is stopped up.
Shit.
Being in her anxious, coked-out state, she makes the rash decision to use the newspaper in the magazine rack to fling the shit out the window and into the bushes in the yard below, not wanting to leave a stinking little present behind in the toilet.
After her frantic scooping and flinging, she returns downstairs with a smile on her face for dinner.
She gets downstairs to hear not the clinking of silverware on plates and chatter of a family meal, but dead silence and disgust on the every face at the table. She follows their gaze upward to the skylight that, unbeknownst to her until that moment, she had just finished plastering with fresh shit!
Needless to say, the guy broke up with her and told EVERYONE in their small town. I bet his family gives him hell about it.