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Turd Terrorism For Love

Posted 07.13.2006 by Nine Inch Log (363)
After reading many poop reports, I have learned that turd terrorism is a hotly debated issue and should be reserved for only the most extreme of circumstances. The following is not a story of such circumstances. This is the story about a girl, and the poo she inspired.

It all began about a year ago, when Mel (name changed to protect the innocent) rented a room in a house from some guy to live in for the remainder of the school year. Make no mistake -- this guy was a total dipshit (seriously, he needed to be dipped in a vat of boiling shit). During the course her stay, Mel had to put up with a variety of childish acts, such as refusing to turn on the heater or air conditioner and then removing the thermostat from the wall to prevent even the option of changing the temperature.

The reasons for Mel putting up with this debauchery were two-fold: 1) cheap rent, and 2) he never made her sign a lease. All of this changed two months ago when the roommate decided to purchase a BMW and then realized that he could not afford it. He raised the rent and made her sign a lease (can you see the pattern of jackassness?). In the ultimate display of idiocy, after the lease was signed the to-be-terrored told Mel that she needed to move to make room for a high school buddy. Mel, glad for a way out, promptly found a new place.

A little bit of background on this girl is needed prior to the rest of the story: I am in love with this woman. Not puppy love, not high school sweetheart love, but full on absolute want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with in love with her. I would -- and have, as is soon to be described -- do anything for her.

With both of us being fans of PoopReport, the idea of turd terrorism arose in the form of the dreaded upper decker. Everything was set for this event. Her second-grade roommate did not know her number or where she was moving. And me, being head over heels in love, hoped that turd terrorism would finally win her heart.

I spent the next few days developing a game plan. Fortunately, the night before the move was my buddy's twenty-first birthday. Prior to embarking on what was to be one of the most memorable nights of drinking in recent history (a story in and of itself, but not for this crowd), Mel and I gorged on some Mexican cuisine. I use the word "cuisine" very lightly; the more appropriate phrase for this particular food is "Mexican ass fire" (it is notorious for giving me diarrhea on the same scale as the bombing of Hiroshima).

Round two: lots of beer, tons of shots, and even worse Mexican food (just imagine a Mexican restaurant foul enough to serve drunk people at three AM). Throughout the course of the night there were smells wafting from my ass that would drop horseflies and raise cattle from their graves. Several times the rancid ass stink was so bad that I thought I had shit my pants; yet I persevered and continued my night of drinking, eating bad food, and brewing a shit storm of biblical proportions.

After arriving home, the night was one of little sleep accompanied by cramps that would make a menopausal woman proud. I couldn't stand, sit, or even think about anything other than holding back what was to become the worst shit storm since the big bang.

Finally the morning of freedom arrived. Curiously enough, I had developed a problem: I no longer needed to poo. In fact, I could not poo. Upon waking, I instinctively sat down for my morning ritual -- and nothing happened. I pushed and pushed and nothing continued to happen. The pain had me on the verge of tears, yet I could not poo. I had held it for too long; my body was going through recycle mode.

Not being one to let pain interfere, I continued through my day, helping Mel move and focusing on foods that would that I knew would make my ass spew. Regardless of the pain or the consequences, I was determined to blow ass chunks in said individual's upper tank. After hours of lifting, squatting, driving in the 100+ degree heat, and eating habanera salsa, the moment arrived.

One must understand: this was not a typical poo moment. It was THE moment for turd terrorism; and what's more, it was the first time in our five-year history that there was going to be a conveyed understanding between Mel and I that I was about to lay down the foulest smelling shit since the bubonic plague. It was at that moment, the moment when I told the woman of my dreams that I was about to give birth to Satan via my asshole, that I realized what true love was.

The time had come. I grabbed the only remaining roll of toilet paper available (her roommate had been leaching off of hers for quite some time) and solemnly duck-walked into the bathroom. I removed the lid from the tank, stood on the bowl, squatted, and released a concussion bomb of brown napalm into the poor commode. Wave after wave of spicy defilement was evacuated from my bowels. Each bit increased the burning fire in my ass. The stench was so thick that I could see it.

For those of you who do not know, performing an upper decker is quite the affair. One must balance on the bowl with your pants around your ankles and squat precariously while teetering over the tank like a drunken ballerina. The tank is very narrow and looks like it is not designed to support the full weight of an individual. It is too narrow to get your entire ass over, so the fear of spillage is very real; plus, you are not given the luxury of being able to pee.

So there I was, hung over the tank, feet on bowl, pants around ankles, squatting and grunting like a baboon as I expelled the noxious froth. For a full five minutes my ass spewed cottage cheese. By the time I was finished I was so weak that I nearly fell over. The only thing that kept me up was imagining the humiliation of what it would be like lying on the ground, shit spraying across the room as I screamed for help.

Finally the assault had slowed to a stop. And then it hit me: what about wiping? Normally I would just wipe, put the paper in the bowl, and then flush when done. However, in this situation that would not work. If I flushed, it would ruin the surprise. If I left the toilet paper in the bowl, same situation -- and I really didn't want to put the paper in the upper tank. After pondering the possible options, I decided to dispose of the paper in the wastebasket next to the toilet. (Ironically, Mel was the first person to walk into the defiled room, and her reaction was priceless.)

Once finished, we moved the final few items into her car and sped off right as her roommate pulled in behind us. (Un)fortunately, that was probably going to be the last time either of us saw or heard from him, so I'll never know what happened.

In the end I am proud, yet ashamed. I am proud that I was able to perform such a duty for my eternal love; yet I am ashamed at performing an act of turd terrorism. I guess all that is left to say is that in the end, love conquers all.

Logjam (2460) -- 07.13.2006

I'm taken by the contrast of this story with yesterday’s. In both, the author’s actions were motivated in part by love and by PoopReport. Yesterday, The Big Wiper unveiled what can be considered a shrine to PoopReport, a mega bathroom whose design was influenced by his philosophies of shamelessness, communal shitting, his dreams of life with his partner, and also by what he had learned on this site about the joys of the bidet. Today we read of how PoopReport apparently inspired another of our brothers to climb atop a toilet and void himself for the purpose of revenge and, though hard to believe, to impress a girl. I guess this is the same dynamic at work that accounts for how different people can read the same document (the US constitution, say) and construct radically opposing world-views.

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

Well done Nine Inch, in this case the fuckwit deserved all he got.

doniker (1536) -- 07.13.2006

Very disappointing ending...the reaction of an upper decker is the key to the story.

Well written though....I loved "give birth to Satan via my asshole".

The Dumpster (2506) -- 07.13.2006

"A shit storm of biblical proportions...."

Could you furnish us with the Scripture reference, 9"?

I will have to say, for the record, that I do not condone turd terrorism, because that way lies the breakdown of organized society and the substitution of the rule of force for the rule of law (i.e. C. Everett Poop running the world, not me). But were I called on to defend your actions here, I would: (1) Move to dismiss the charges on the grounds that the act described was not within the strict definition of "turd terrorism," which involves using turd in a lawless manner, and (assuming you were lawfully on the premises as a guest of the lessee) I don't think there is a law against upper-decking your own commode; and (2) failing that, I would enter a plea of justification (i.e. the dipshit deserved it).

When you consider the many, many other ways you could have taken revenge that would have been a lot more costly to the dipshit (i.e. pouring a sack of cement down the commode; loosening the water line coupling to where it would blow off and cause a flood; torching the place), I would say he got off fairly lightly.

The only problem is that now, morally, you have no right to object next time somebody takes the law into their own hands because you've made THEM angry. But I do understand "full on absolute want-to-spend-the-rest-of-my-life-with [her] love." Do I ever! And how it drives us to do things we normally wouldn't do.

This was a great story, and so well written. As an aside, I also appreciate Logjam's comments about the Constitution. This is why original intent is the only legitimate means of Constitutional interpretation. I just wish Logjam would join the forums, where we could benefit so much more fully from his insights.

Logjam (2460) -- 07.13.2006

Dear Legal Eagle. I admire your desire to go to bat for Nine-Inch (so that you can make payments on your BMW?). But let me warn you that if all the fact come out, Mel (her real name is probably Tammy) will probably prove as culpable as the accused (Dipshit). From what I can tell, the guy undercharged her for awhile, didn't even make her sign a lease, and when he started to charge her a going rate and made her sign a lease, she started plotting poop revenge with the current guy she is using. Hey, no sin to buy a BMW and then work harder to make ends meet, right?

As to those of you who think you've got something solid to hold onto with the idea of original intent, the question remains how we are to decide what that was? We're still left with interpretation. (By the way, I couldn't help notice how you schemed to reinterpret what Nine Inch did as not turd terrorism when he himself described that as his intent. It's in the fucking title, no less. And this is the same kind of analysis you're going to use to interpret the mind of the constitution framers?

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

The Book of Feces 2:69

C Everett Poop (673) -- 07.13.2006

9IL, you should have wiped your ass and stuck the paper to the light switch or mirror. That would be true turd terror. The tube steak sounds like he deserved it all plus a good ass kicking anyway.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 07.13.2006

Problem is, LJ, we have de facto substituted the original intent of Earl Warren and William J. Brennan for that of the Founders. As I teach my law students, law is not about "what," but "who"--it all turns on who decides.

And you're right; there are two sides to every story, and, switching from advocate to judge, I doubt if I would submit a plea of justification from 9" to the jury. What he did would come within the definition of criminal damage to property in most jurisdictions, to the extent anyone else's property interests were involved. It really isn't illegal to upperdeck your OWN commode, but somebody else's--even a landlord's--is a different matter.

BTW--my car is paid for. And it is NOT a BMW!

Nine Inch Log (363) -- 07.13.2006

Thunderbox: I love that. I'm thinking more like the Revelation of Poop 16:69. For it is in this book where the story of the great poop wars is told.

Dump/Logjam: on legal grounds. First, I did not title the story, Dave did (although I do admit to this being an act of turd terrorism). I was on the premises with permission of the lessee, in fact she had paid for the entire month, moved out by the 12th and her landlord refused to refund the difference so technically she could have stayed there for a while longer, but given his actions . . .

The roommate did not raise the rent (although I can understand where the idea came from given the ambiguity of the sentence), but he did want her to sign a month-by-month lease which basically said that she needed to give him 30 day notice before leaving (and that he must do the same, it also gave terms for partial month payments, penalties for breaking lease etc.)

One week after she signed the 30 day lease he gave her approx 2 weeks to get out (btw: he would have her sign the lease after paying rent, I don't know why), so technically he violated it.

All that aside, we figured that turd terrorism would be great because It's temporary (no permanent damage) and he (like CEP) would never believe that she could produce such a stink and thus would be in denial as to any possability of turd terrorism.

Sorry so long, hope this clears things up (or throws more fuel on the fire)

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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

Interesting Dumpster, here it would also be a crime in a way; in that Nine Inch willfully caused damage to the landlords shitter.

Most western countries have, it seems, developed the same laws over the centuries. We still have most of our law based on common law from 1500 years back when the Normans invaded. A lot came from the Romans who invaded over 500 years before that. Then the Vikings added their lot in the 900`s.

You guys in America had that taken over to the States with the Pilgrims and developed your own form from there.

Punishment is another thing completely. The Sharia based countries of Islam are still at the stage that we were during the Reformation, killing everyone in many hideous ways for minor, and often spurious crimes.

It`s very interesting that we had our Reformation/end of the Inquisition etc., after 1500 years of the start of Christianity - Islam has yet to reach that point in their calendar. It was at that time that we had the worst of excesses in Christianity before it calmed down to a more civilised religion (Cortez in South America, the Inquisitions in Europe etc.)

This is around 1500 years after the Islamic calendar started, and it`s beginning to show.

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.13.2006

My car is not paid for, and I'll guarantee you that it's not a BMW, and I don't have a brilliant legal mind like Dumpster... But I do have to agree with him. Sort of.
My first thoughts when reading this story, a very well written story, was that I was chuckling to myself. But then I started making some connections to 9ILs behavior, and his description of the "dipshit" roommate. So the guy upped her rent? Made her sign a lease? Wow, if that's all it takes for that crowd to get P.O.'d, better keep them far away from sand box. There could be a war! Second grader?
Look in the mirror dude.
Funny story, but I'm far from being in agreement.

DungDaddy (1386) -- 07.13.2006

All of the legal discussions are interesting, but I must ask: Is there any written doctrine regarding turd terrorism? Its hard to say it was justified in this instance. People have disputes all the time. Sneeking in and upper-decking someone is a bit spineless too, if you think about it. There could have been many other reasonable avenues of confrontation other than stooping to terrorism.

I tend to think that turd terrorism could only be justified if it is done in self-defense or because there is no other alternative. Petty revenge just doesn't cut it.

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.13.2006

Well, I don't know if there is a certain etiquette in print or not. But, and it's a very BIG but, I've always felt that upper deckers were bestowed on those we love, more as a practical joke than for turd terrorism. I think that true turd terrorism would be mailing shit, or something like that. It's still a funny story though, any time a double decker is involved, it's a funny story.

Logjam (2460) -- 07.13.2006

Under cross examination, 9" now says: "The roommate did not raise the rent (although I can understand where the idea came from given the ambiguity of the sentence)..." The sentence to which he refers reads: "He raised the rent and made her sign a lease." Yeah, I can see how that sentence could be interpreted as "He didn't raise the rent." So, if he didn't raise the rent, I guess he didn't raise it because he didn't really need to make additional payments on his BMW, which he may not have bought.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 07.13.2006

I all depends on what your definition of "rent" is....

The Big Wiper (2245) -- 07.13.2006

Sidebar: the term double decker has always amused me because it can also refer to a certain type of bus. It conjures up ludicrous images of people taking multi-level dumps while being transported from place to place.

In Oxford, Ms., there is even a Double Decker Festival. (And, yes, it is so crowded over that weekend, that porta-potties are provided!)

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

Logjam - most of your previous points were valid. Now you`re just dicking around for the fun of it.

One point you missed out on, however, is that anyone who drives a BMW is paranoid about his/her identity.

Logjam (2460) -- 07.13.2006

OK, Dumpster. A challenge. Define rent in such a way that it makes no difference to the truth of the claim that it (whatever it is) went up, or went down. I'm confident you can do it, but the question is, how many billable hours will it take? And bill them to 9", not me.

Logjam (2460) -- 07.13.2006

Thunderbox. From the beginning, I assure you, I was dicking around for the fun of it.

Hu Flung Dung (90) -- 07.13.2006

I think the story itself was entertaining, though I would have reacted with more direct confrontation. That aside, is there anyone who can clarify something for me? Is the proper term jackassness or jackassery?

Thanks,
Hu
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I have a book published. The title...it's "Brown Spots on the Walls".

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

Logjam - the raising or lowering of rent can/may be, (and probably is) dependant on what the renter/lesser does or changes within the terms of the rental agreement. This must also take into consideration both parties invlovment in possible commode dumping. ie - the shitter and the shittee.

Terms should be agreed beforehand.

Most rental agreements will say that the tenant has to take reasonable care of the property and its facilities (ie don`t unload chilli shits in the tank).

As to Nine Inch`s exploits - I still salute him.

KeepOnCrappin (551) -- 07.13.2006

I'm confused (ass usual) Is the landlord the second grade roommate? Or are they 2 differeent people? And where was the toilet? Whos apartment?

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"KOC -- the Cool Crapper" - Rat Droppings

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

KOC - you could be right - just a case of free (un)loading.

doniker (1536) -- 07.13.2006

"I'm confused (ass usual) Is the landlord the second grade roommate? Or are they 2 differeent people? And where was the toilet? Whos apartment?"

This story was confusing to read. At first I thought "Mel" was a dude and other things didn't make sense but the main point got across; a guy claims he ate and drank a bunch of nasty shit and took a nasty shit in a toilet tank.

The Dumpster (2506) -- 07.13.2006

Doniker, as usual, cuts to the chase.

Nine Inch Log (363) -- 07.13.2006

LJ: one again I must bow to your scrutiny. For clarity sake he did not raise the rent (either way I don't see it being a big factor).

KOC: The landlord is the 2nd grade roommate.

To All: bear in mind I am not claiming that this was truly justified in the eyes of the law or in the eyes of most people. For me there were three factors 1) I've always wanted to try an upper tanker, 2) This was a moment of opportunity, and 3) To "impress" Mel.

I do wish I could have seen his reaction though.

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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.13.2006

Hu, I don't know if there are such words as jackassness, or jackassery. I think that you would just call the dipshit in question, "a jackass".

Thunderbox (890) -- 07.13.2006

Let`s not mince words guys - the landlord was an out and out fuckwit who deserved his up and comings. End of debate.

Log Flume (not verified) -- 07.13.2006

The correct (and safest) way to leave an upper decker is as follows: Remove the tank lid and place it upside down on the seat. Poop in the lid.Wipe and flush. then CAREFULLY place the lid back on the tank while keeping the mess contained as you flip it over.This way you can wipe normally while eliminating the danger of falling. try it.

Mike Olanreeks (not verified) -- 07.13.2006

Will you share with us the contents of the letter (required by law in most states) from the landlord to Mel indicating the disposition of her damage deposit

(Actually "Damage deposit" might have been a better name for this story)

the log of hazzard (184) -- 07.13.2006

I have to agree with Doniker, it would have been good to see the reaction of the guy when he say some shit in the upper tank.

Good story though, and I like the use of detail. ;)

sharty mcfly (211) -- 07.13.2006

i think the term second rate may have been a better term first off. secondly, what's wrong with beamers? we bought my little sister one for her first car (granted it's an 88, but it's still a beamer) i drive a volvo, how is that any less pretentious? you people, if he'd bought a brand new one and the little dinky 3 series coupe, that's totally image, but the z or the m coupe could be about performance, but he does sound like a tool. eh whatever upper decking is a bit juvenile, and only really to be used in extreme or drunken circumstances, i suppose this one can be ruled as.... one act of assholery deserves a gallant piece of douchebaggery.

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.13.2006

Assholery and douchebaggery, good call!

Nine Inch Log (363) -- 07.13.2006

Mike: actually, he never asked for a security deposit, and aside from the Tanker, everything was spick and span when she moved.

Sharty: I have nothing against BMW's. Actually I think that they are very sporty and great cars. But, as has been discussed earlier this week, I do think that it is stupid to go up to your eyeballs in debt buying a car that you cannot afford.


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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

AssBlaster2000 (1116) -- 07.13.2006

My husband has a Beamer . . .

It's an old one, it cost him $5000, but no one knows that. The weird thing is he's not an image-conscious guy. He just likes cars.

Oh, and Hu, I believe it's "jackassery." That's the one I use anyway. It might not be a word yet, but look at all the crap that gets into the dictionary.

sharty mcfly (211) -- 07.14.2006

i do understand the going into debt issue, and you can go into debt over any car. from the stand point of it being about going into debt yeah that's definitely stupid. especially if its just over image. and a hint for all of you that are looking for the image on the cheap, just find an older bmw... hell we got her an ancent 5 series for under 3 large. oh yeah the poop, ummmm so i've seen much about upper deckers... but i've never heard how you clean the aftermath up, what would one do if one discovered the toilet had been decked? (never have.. hope i never will be)

Gaseous G (not verified) -- 07.14.2006

The story was confusing to me and I didn't put much effort into trying to sort it out but I was left with a feeling of disgust. Playing with shit is really nasty behavior. Ick.

Jake Scwarz (not verified) -- 07.14.2006

To Logjam: Hey, no sin to buy a BMW and then work harder for it, right?

I agree completely. However (whether or not the roommate did this) raising the rent is not working harder for it.

Can anyone tell me WHAT an upper-decker does? Being underwater, it won't stick like shit does when exposed. Next time you flush it'll just go down with the rest of the water, and might not even be noticed - I know many people like to have a peek at their shit, but I doin't know how many then flush and watch it go down... If I did, and I saw brown stuff coming down with the flush water, I might freak out, but other than that what's the point?

Lame comment! -1 point
Double Flush (603) -- 07.14.2006

I'm all for the upper decker! The point is that the victim flushes and gets an inrush of shit to the bowl instead of water, possibly through two or three flushes. The best part of it all is their reaction. If nothing else, it can create total confusion for the victim, knowing he or she flushed and yet the toilet is full of poop. Also, if the poop is chunky, it might clog some of the holes that water flows through into the bowl. And it smells really bad. If someone upper-deckered me, I'd HAVE to get them back. After getting over the initial shock and anger.

And for the BMW deal--I'd rather get a stable job with good pay and THEN go and buy a brand new black Lexus with everything on it.

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"Double the flush, double the fun" --The Amazing Anus

The Dumpster (2506) -- 07.14.2006

Nine-inch, you end by saying "love conquers all" but did it work with Mel? I just read on another thread that you now live with a female "roommate." I would hate to think you turned to a life of turd terrorism for nought.

What would be a truly horrible end to this story would be if Mel left you and moved back in with BMW man.

daphne (3695) -- 07.14.2006

I found this story entertaining because I had a bad room mate once, and it was enough. If anyone cares to read about it, you can find it on the "stories from the monkeyhouse" section on my website. It was about defining stereotypes. Don't know if I would have upper decked her, but I'm wistfully playing that through in my mind.

Room mates can be the best thing or worst thing in your life, depending on the chemistry. I do know that the few friends that I've had stay with me over the years who were great company were treasured in that time and always will evoke fond memories from me.


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.....hugging bunnies since 1969
www.daphneszoo.com

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.14.2006

As you all know, I'm kind of new to the site, but I love it. I have a question though. Today I was reading through the shameless shitters manifesto, and while I think that upper-deckers, and for that matter, inches whole story is funny; is it turd terrorism? What would be the "disqualifier" for signing the manifesto. I mean, is "all in good fun" terrorism, where do you guys draw the line.

DungDaddy (1386) -- 07.14.2006

This is where the line is draw: It was turd terrorism. Besoiling somebody's dwelling purposely with poop is turd terrorism. It was none of 9" business anyway. I'm guessing Mel was of legal age, and if so she didn't need some douchebag to further worsen her relationship with her room mate, who may or may not have been that bad anyway.

If somebody upper-decked me, I'd scoop the crap out of the tank, go find the spinach chin who did it, and (not gently) put that poop back where it came from.

Phillip DeCrapper (81) -- 07.14.2006

O.K., I understand. How about this though, instead of just putting it back where it came from, give the guy a curb job, except on the rim of the shit-filled tank.

Fecal Follies (167) -- 07.27.2006

Maybe I shouldn't ask, but what's a "curb job"?

As visions of scatological sex flit through my head ...

Hu Flung Dung (90) -- 07.28.2006

Fecal, if you've seen American History X, you'll know what a curb job is. If not, well...it's a supremely vicious form of violence. You knock out, or otherwise incapacitate someone, place their teeth on a curb, and stomp the back of their head. Sorry all, hope this doesn't get derailed.
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Yes, those are my brown spots. Yes, those are your walls.

Double Flush (603) -- 07.28.2006

You kinda alreadt derailed it there, buddy.

I thought a curb job was simply throwing someone out on the curb. That's just totally violent. Sounds to me like it's a way to murder someone. Man was I way off!

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"Double the flush, double the fun" --The Amazing Anus

Rectal Badger (110) -- 11.08.2006

I hope Mel marries you!

Only a true gentleman would do something like that for his lady love. Chivalry is in fact well and alive. This story is proof.

Nine Inch Log (363) -- 11.08.2006

Thanks Rectal. i'm still working on that one.

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Number One . . . I order you to take a number two.

The Thunderous ... (710) -- 07.13.2007

NOW that is a story of justified turd terrorism. That jagoff got just what he deserved. He is a smacked ass and I hope that toilet tank stayed filthy for DAYS. And the best part of this is it is TOILET terrorism so it might take genious a few days to figure out what is happening. I hope he took a piss first then flushed. IMAGINE his surprise. Good Job there sir. My hat is off to you. I raise my toilet seat in honor.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

Poo de Grace (74) -- 07.13.2007

Am I the only person in humanity that's never heard of a "upper decker?" Priceless story and such gallantry. Why can't I find a man like that?

I love the fact that LogFlame actually supplied direction on the proper way to take an upper decker.

Since I've never heard of this and since we never found out what happened when The Landlord returned...can someone fill in the blanks for me as to what actually happens when an "upper decker" is deposited?

Talk about a way to C-I-L-L My Landlord!!!

Jake Scwarz (not verified) -- 07.21.2007

Personally, I can think of things just as good as crap to fill the tank with, if the objective is for it to be seen filling the bowl. Such as:
-Fill the tank with pancake syrup. Use one of those huge Sam's Club-sized bottles. This one might be bad, if it gums up all the flow holes. If it doesn't, it might be funny.
-Pour in a big bottle of dishwashing detergent. Use detergent, not soap. If all goes well, the swirling water will create a bowl full of suds.
-If the bathroom lacks a window, and you can somehow disable the light (stick a piece of cardboard in the light socket and replace the bulb, or remove the ballast from the fluorescent light) snap a bunch of glow sticks and pour them in. Even better if you get white, purple, green etc. (that is, multiple colors that don't rely on a colored outer tube) and mix them. Possibly, this plus the previous one would make glowing suds!
-If said person gets freaked by horror movies (and watches them anyway) mix up a batch of stage blood - red liquid food color and cornstarch, glycerin might work too - and fill the tank. Voila! The toilet flushes blood...

..............if anyone actually tries any of these, and somehow finds out how the prankee reacted, please let us all know... Might be difficult unless you hear the tale from a mutual friend. You both (1) freak them out and (2) avoid the stigma that turd terrorism brings. But if you really must do an upper-decker, at least mix it up by adding one of these. Bloody poop, glowing poop?

Hamster (581) -- 07.21.2007

Dumpster set me thinking here - the Landlord did get off quite lightly. You can't excuse his behaviour with 'the rent was low' or 'no contract was signed' excuses. We are talking basic human decency, and he lacked it. No, I'm not thinking of concrete or anything like that Dumpster - poop will do just fine. But maybe a bit more creativity in what is done with it. I remember a very nasty and sadistic school master of ours, who was prone to reach into his desk drawer without looking, once getting a very unpleasant surprise. I'm sure this theme could be developed. In fact, I'd even experiment if I could think of a deserving case .... !!!

The Thunderous ... (710) -- 07.21.2007

That syrup comment made me also think of something. There is an actual condition called Maple Syrup Urine disease. Thats right no lie here folks it exists. I dont know exactly what causes it we would have to ask Motherload or someone with medical expertise. BUT I bet you if you poured enough maple syrup in there and this guy starts to think thats what his urine smells like then that would also be a good method of revenge.
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The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!

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