I once stomped on a turd. It lay beached on the side of the track where my mate had eased it out at lunch break. About 8inches but pretty damn thick, it sat in the dirt all afternoon crusting over in the heat and smoothered with shit hungry flys. (They love our shit)
When we packed up that afternoon we headed off down the track passing by mate's log. I got the buzz to do the dirty straight away and got the guys to watch me.
The impulse to stomp down good and hard and mash that turd to a shitty pulp underfoot was really strong and I never chicken out.
The flys had come off my mate's sun ripened stool in a big angry swarm when we'd come up to it, but were already settling back down, greedy as ever.
Feeling the baking crust of that log resist for a pathetic second before disintergrating into a thick brown mush under the tread of my work boot felt like a shit version of taking road kill.
Amused disgust, laughing amazement, and even a heartly slap on the shoulder was the general response for my spontaneous act of fecal vandalism and a first among the fellas I work with. My work boot was totally clogged with squished shit.
Walking down for the transport my foot felt like it was caked in heavy clay. Pieces of shit thankfully peeled themselves away and broke off in small lumps.
I cleaned up with a stick and paddled about in a small rocky stream while we waited for transport so at least I didnt smell too bad. Occupational hazzard of the shit stomper I guess.
Sure it was a mad-bastard thing to do but it raised a few laughs. Stomping down hard on that turd was really satisfying, like I'd broken a real no-no taboo.
Well worth the laugh at the time but not something, I'd want to repeat, unless I worked on a farm - a one-off definately.
Meth Maintenance And The Shower Technique
Bricklayer (6) -- 10.17.2005
I once stomped on a turd. It lay beached on the side of the track where my mate had eased it out at lunch break. About 8inches but pretty damn thick, it sat in the dirt all afternoon crusting over in the heat and smoothered with shit hungry flys. (They love our shit)
When we packed up that afternoon we headed off down the track passing by mate's log. I got the buzz to do the dirty straight away and got the guys to watch me.
The impulse to stomp down good and hard and mash that turd to a shitty pulp underfoot was really strong and I never chicken out.
The flys had come off my mate's sun ripened stool in a big angry swarm when we'd come up to it, but were already settling back down, greedy as ever.
Feeling the baking crust of that log resist for a pathetic second before disintergrating into a thick brown mush under the tread of my work boot felt like a shit version of taking road kill.
Amused disgust, laughing amazement, and even a heartly slap on the shoulder was the general response for my spontaneous act of fecal vandalism and a first among the fellas I work with. My work boot was totally clogged with squished shit.
Walking down for the transport my foot felt like it was caked in heavy clay. Pieces of shit thankfully peeled themselves away and broke off in small lumps.
I cleaned up with a stick and paddled about in a small rocky stream while we waited for transport so at least I didnt smell too bad. Occupational hazzard of the shit stomper I guess.
Sure it was a mad-bastard thing to do but it raised a few laughs. Stomping down hard on that turd was really satisfying, like I'd broken a real no-no taboo.
Well worth the laugh at the time but not something, I'd want to repeat, unless I worked on a farm - a one-off definately.