Okay I tried it- I pooped audibly in the presence of one of my close, but not best, girlfriends. We were at a Mexican food bar and after a couple of good margaritas, it always turns my bowels inside out, so I told her I had to go potty and she came with. Little did she know she fell right into my trap. Well, the bathroom was perfect- only had two stalls, and tiled floors, which made for some good echoey feedback. I was too drunk to be shameful, so I plopped my ass on that seat, and just let whatever I could come out as loudly as I could. I even stood up a little off the seat so that the numerous plops would splash even more. About 3/4 of the way through, my friend, who had finished doing her makeup said loudly, "I gotta make a phone call, I'll be outside the door waiting for you. I bet I made her makeup melt off with the smell I had emitted. I washed my hands and fixed my hair a little, then opened the door to walk out. A woman entering the restroom at that moment caught a whiff of my gift and wrinkled her nose. I smiled at her. My friend didn't say two words about it to me or anyone. For all the work I put in, for almost falling over onto the toilet since I was drunk while I was pooping, she didn't say a word. I wonder if she's ever accompany me to the restroom again.
The Brown Line Of Silence
Latrina (71) -- 05.14.2002
Okay I tried it- I pooped audibly in the presence of one of my close, but not best, girlfriends. We were at a Mexican food bar and after a couple of good margaritas, it always turns my bowels inside out, so I told her I had to go potty and she came with. Little did she know she fell right into my trap. Well, the bathroom was perfect- only had two stalls, and tiled floors, which made for some good echoey feedback. I was too drunk to be shameful, so I plopped my ass on that seat, and just let whatever I could come out as loudly as I could. I even stood up a little off the seat so that the numerous plops would splash even more. About 3/4 of the way through, my friend, who had finished doing her makeup said loudly, "I gotta make a phone call, I'll be outside the door waiting for you. I bet I made her makeup melt off with the smell I had emitted. I washed my hands and fixed my hair a little, then opened the door to walk out. A woman entering the restroom at that moment caught a whiff of my gift and wrinkled her nose. I smiled at her. My friend didn't say two words about it to me or anyone. For all the work I put in, for almost falling over onto the toilet since I was drunk while I was pooping, she didn't say a word. I wonder if she's ever accompany me to the restroom again.