I took another massive dump today. This one was knd of disapointing due to the fact
that I have diareah(sic). My turd had no form and was just a huge pile of crap. It
stunk pretty bad and stunk up the restroom for a good 15 minutes after I left. It
was brown with little bits of spaghetti in it. There was no effort in getting this
turd out, in fact, there was quite a bit of effort keeping it in until I got to the
bathroom. I am rating this turd as a 2.
I would like to comment on toilet design, or the lack there of, for the bigger people
in society. I am 6'8" and wiegh 300lbs. I am a big guy. The toilets here at work
are low slung; the bowls are shallow as well. This means that, when I sit down, my
balls will touch the water. This really sucks. I have to hold my balls while I take a
shit. Comments?
Hemos, CmdrTaco, Jon Katz, and three angst filled, linux using teen boys were in an airplane. Suddenly the airplane loses power and starts to go down. There are only three parachutes. Hemos says, "We only have three chutes. We should give them to the boys!" Taco spins around any screams, "Fuck the boys!" Jon Katz smiles and asks, "Do you really think we have time to do that?"
A Wolf sauntered up a worn pathway. There, he found a hut. A Straw House?
Ok.. The mailbox said "Little Pig #1.." He went up to the door, and said,
"Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me come In." The Pig inside replied, rather
snidely, "Not by My hairy balls!" The Wolf was taken aback. "What?!" "You
heard Me, Puppy- Fucker." The Wolf stared at the door for a minute. "What
do you mean by that?!" "That's all you can screw, Moronic Dick-head!" The
pig threw back from behind the door. Steam boiled out of the wolf's ears.
He roared, and demolished the straw cottage. Pig #1 Squealed, trying to
run. The Wolf caught him easily, snarled, "I'll 'Puppy-Fucker' You!" and
rammed all 9 inches of his cock home under the pig's tail. 'Damn, but he's
tight!' The Wolf grunted, digging his paws into the Porker's hips,
buggered him savagely. Hmmm, He does have hairy balls, the Wolf thought,
as he rubbed them with his own hairless ball-sac. He chuckled. 'Listen to
that Pig squeal, You'd think somebody was fucking his ass..' He slammed in
to the hilt, and blew his wad. "Shit, I gotta do this more often!" he
muttered, pulling free, and dusting his clothes off continued on down the
path.
The First Little Pig ran all the way to his Brother's Brick House, holding
his butt with both hocks.
The Stick House Of Pig #2
The Wolf came to another House. "Sticks. Will wonders never cease?" He
walked up to the door, and stated "Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me come
In." "Go Fuck Off, Mangy Fur-Ball" My, My! This Little Pig is as foul
mouthed as the last one. "What did You Say?" he replied. "Read My Lips,"
The Pig said, opening The Mail Slot and shoving his butt against the door.
"Ok.." the Wolf growled, slammed his big dick in through the hole,
impaling the porker. He shoved both fore-paws through the Stick-Door and
clamped them onto the boar's thighs, rotating his hips, pistoning all 9
inches in-and-out of it's hot shitter. "I'll Mangy Fur-Ball You!" he
snarled, enjoying both the Hot, tight hole, and it's owner's squealing. He
gritted his teeth, hosing the porker's intestines with canine cum. When he
finished, The Wolf found the house hadn't survived his lusty usage of the
shoat. So he slowly pulled free, removed what was left of the door from
his wrists, and continued on down the pathway..
The Second Little Pig ran all the way to his Brother's Brick House,
holding His butt with both hocks.
The Brick House Of Pig #3
Pig #3, opened the door. There were his brothers, holding onto their
ass's, and squealing about being buggered by a wolf. He chuckled. Served
them right. They used terrible language, were lazy and usually up to no
good. However they were still his Brothers, and so he let them in. The
next day a large Wolf came strolling down the lane. A beautiful brick
cottage came in sight.. Perhaps a more civilized person lived here. He
knocked on the ornate door, caressing the hand-cut reliefs. "Yes?" The
creature was speechless.. At Last! He cleared his throat. "Little Pig,
Little Pig, Let me come in." He waited expectantly.. "Not by the hair of
my chinny-chin chin.." Elated, he continued. "Then, I'll huff, and puff,
and.." A pair of familiar voices chimed from the door. "Huff and Puff on
this!" they said sticking their corkscrew cocks out through the parcel
slot. Why those ungrateful.. He grabbed the curlicue's, yanking on the
pig-dicks. They shuddered in his grasp. He knelt down and nibbled on one.
'Pretty good..' He licked on the other. Then sticking them in his mouth
like a man trying to smoke 2 cigarettes at once, the canine started
sucking hungrily. "Cum, You little Bastaaa...!" The third pig had sneaked
out the back door, expecting to ambush the wolf. But, seeing the him
pawing on his brother's nuts, and slobbering over their dicks, the animal
got other ideas..
He dropped his overalls and jumped on the doggish hindquarters, screwing
his erection into the hot butt, The Wolf, now getting it from both ends,
howled in ecstasy. The two smaller porkers grabbed the doorframe, cumming
so hard they almost passed out. The third Pig, being the eldest, and the
horniest, humped the Wolf with a will. The canine, having sucked The
Little Pigs nuts dry, was really getting off having a cock literally
screwing his ass, but good! "So, You like this.." Hocks grabbed his ears.
The Wolf moaned, as cum spurted into his guts. "Good. So do I." The hog
pulled free, snapped a collar around the furred neck. Come on, Slave, We
have 2 Pigs to punish.." The Wolf nodded, moaning as his new Master
stroked his erection.
Ahhh, there is the problem. I don't live in the U.K. I am in Virginia. The dead dogs here are harvested by the millions of asians that live here. Many times the they are harvested before they stop twitching. I will have to find a non-edible dead thing to clog the goth toilets with. I still think using a goth to clog the tiolet is the best solution due to the fact that is solves two problems at the same time.
Like I am going to waste a perfectly good dead dog on a goth. I made that turd all by myself, it took me the better part of the day. If I am going to use a dead thing, it is going to be a goth.
I guess Exodus is not accepting payment in the form of getting to fuck the editorial staff. I hear Timmah's ass is a total wreck and Taco can shit a pumpkin without it touching the walls of his anus due to the constant ass pounding at the hands of the Exodus accounts payable staff.
I like to think of myself as a tolerant guy, but there is something about goths that just get to me. They think that everyone should just play along with their delusions. I am at my SOs friend's house. I am being introduced to Jenn's, she is my SO's friend, goth friends. We get to this old burn-out of a goth. He tells me his name is 'Po' and that he is beyond dead. I just stand there for a second and ask, "Seriously, what is your real name?" Po is stunned that I am questioning him. I also inform him that he is not dead, he is just a clerk at a gas-station. It was at this point that I got bored and clogged their toilet with a massive turd. I then went out to my car and smoke a joint while waiting for my SO to get out of Freakville.
Philly Chease Steak. They are one of the best foods ever. But, only the ones
with out onions and peppers. Just steak and cheese for me, thank you. I had 3
foot long cheese steaks when I was in Philly over the weekend. They were awesome.
They mega turd they formed was also awesome. It was big. It took a good 3-4 minutes
of pushing to get the monster moving towards the bowl. It was about 2 foot long
and a big bigger round than a golf ball. It was a generic brow color and had a
unique cheese odor.
I took this dump at my SO's friends apartment in Philly. Her friends are goths.
Hardcore goths. My turd would not flush. I just wiped my ass and threw the paper
out the window. I would feel bad about clogging up someone's toilet, but I did not
in this case. These people were jerks, so I kinda felt justified in leaving that
monster sticking out of their bowl. I have to deal witht their lame shit all the time,
now they can deal with mine.
My burrito owned my ass this morning. I had the shits like you would not
believe. It burned like fire. It did not stink and just flew out of me;
I had a hard time making it to the bathroom in time. It was black as night
and had no form at all. Most of it stuck to the bowl. I must rate this turd
as a 1.
Hmmm. I keep fallng in to a big black hole everytime I try to play. Is there a way to get out of there? I keep incountering JonKatz in there and he tries to sodomize me to death.
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You can find my latest report here. Enjoy!
I took another massive dump today. This one was knd of disapointing due to the fact that I have diareah(sic). My turd had no form and was just a huge pile of crap. It stunk pretty bad and stunk up the restroom for a good 15 minutes after I left. It was brown with little bits of spaghetti in it. There was no effort in getting this turd out, in fact, there was quite a bit of effort keeping it in until I got to the bathroom. I am rating this turd as a 2.
I would like to comment on toilet design, or the lack there of, for the bigger people in society. I am 6'8" and wiegh 300lbs. I am a big guy. The toilets here at work are low slung; the bowls are shallow as well. This means that, when I sit down, my balls will touch the water. This really sucks. I have to hold my balls while I take a shit. Comments?
Any idea as to why a mod would mod down a post that is already at -1?
Thank you.
The swirly logo is a good one for this company. Right down the tube!
Get 'em an iPod
Does RMS know about ? He is on their Board of Directors, isn't he?
No shit. I would prefer to punch myself in the dick all day than have a Linux based anything running on my network.
Are you trying to make some sort of point with this post or are you just trying to be a fool?
I got FP. Wheeeee!
A Wolf sauntered up a worn pathway. There, he found a hut. A Straw House?
Ok.. The mailbox said "Little Pig #1.." He went up to the door, and said,
"Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me come In." The Pig inside replied, rather
snidely, "Not by My hairy balls!" The Wolf was taken aback. "What?!" "You
heard Me, Puppy- Fucker." The Wolf stared at the door for a minute. "What
do you mean by that?!" "That's all you can screw, Moronic Dick-head!" The
pig threw back from behind the door. Steam boiled out of the wolf's ears.
He roared, and demolished the straw cottage. Pig #1 Squealed, trying to
run. The Wolf caught him easily, snarled, "I'll 'Puppy-Fucker' You!" and
rammed all 9 inches of his cock home under the pig's tail. 'Damn, but he's
tight!' The Wolf grunted, digging his paws into the Porker's hips,
buggered him savagely. Hmmm, He does have hairy balls, the Wolf thought,
as he rubbed them with his own hairless ball-sac. He chuckled. 'Listen to
that Pig squeal, You'd think somebody was fucking his ass..' He slammed in
to the hilt, and blew his wad. "Shit, I gotta do this more often!" he
muttered, pulling free, and dusting his clothes off continued on down the
path.
The First Little Pig ran all the way to his Brother's Brick House, holding
his butt with both hocks.
The Stick House Of Pig #2
The Wolf came to another House. "Sticks. Will wonders never cease?" He
walked up to the door, and stated "Little Pig, Little Pig, Let Me come
In." "Go Fuck Off, Mangy Fur-Ball" My, My! This Little Pig is as foul
mouthed as the last one. "What did You Say?" he replied. "Read My Lips,"
The Pig said, opening The Mail Slot and shoving his butt against the door.
"Ok.." the Wolf growled, slammed his big dick in through the hole,
impaling the porker. He shoved both fore-paws through the Stick-Door and
clamped them onto the boar's thighs, rotating his hips, pistoning all 9
inches in-and-out of it's hot shitter. "I'll Mangy Fur-Ball You!" he
snarled, enjoying both the Hot, tight hole, and it's owner's squealing. He
gritted his teeth, hosing the porker's intestines with canine cum. When he
finished, The Wolf found the house hadn't survived his lusty usage of the
shoat. So he slowly pulled free, removed what was left of the door from
his wrists, and continued on down the pathway..
The Second Little Pig ran all the way to his Brother's Brick House,
holding His butt with both hocks.
The Brick House Of Pig #3
Pig #3, opened the door. There were his brothers, holding onto their
ass's, and squealing about being buggered by a wolf. He chuckled. Served
them right. They used terrible language, were lazy and usually up to no
good. However they were still his Brothers, and so he let them in. The
next day a large Wolf came strolling down the lane. A beautiful brick
cottage came in sight.. Perhaps a more civilized person lived here. He
knocked on the ornate door, caressing the hand-cut reliefs. "Yes?" The
creature was speechless.. At Last! He cleared his throat. "Little Pig,
Little Pig, Let me come in." He waited expectantly.. "Not by the hair of
my chinny-chin chin.." Elated, he continued. "Then, I'll huff, and puff,
and.." A pair of familiar voices chimed from the door. "Huff and Puff on
this!" they said sticking their corkscrew cocks out through the parcel
slot. Why those ungrateful.. He grabbed the curlicue's, yanking on the
pig-dicks. They shuddered in his grasp. He knelt down and nibbled on one.
'Pretty good..' He licked on the other. Then sticking them in his mouth
like a man trying to smoke 2 cigarettes at once, the canine started
sucking hungrily. "Cum, You little Bastaaa...!" The third pig had sneaked
out the back door, expecting to ambush the wolf. But, seeing the him
pawing on his brother's nuts, and slobbering over their dicks, the animal
got other ideas..
He dropped his overalls and jumped on the doggish hindquarters, screwing
his erection into the hot butt, The Wolf, now getting it from both ends,
howled in ecstasy. The two smaller porkers grabbed the doorframe, cumming
so hard they almost passed out. The third Pig, being the eldest, and the
horniest, humped the Wolf with a will. The canine, having sucked The
Little Pigs nuts dry, was really getting off having a cock literally
screwing his ass, but good! "So, You like this.." Hocks grabbed his ears.
The Wolf moaned, as cum spurted into his guts. "Good. So do I." The hog
pulled free, snapped a collar around the furred neck. Come on, Slave, We
have 2 Pigs to punish.." The Wolf nodded, moaning as his new Master
stroked his erection.
The End
Ahhh, there is the problem. I don't live in the U.K. I am in Virginia. The dead dogs here are harvested by the millions of asians that live here. Many times the they are harvested before they stop twitching. I will have to find a non-edible dead thing to clog the goth toilets with. I still think using a goth to clog the tiolet is the best solution due to the fact that is solves two problems at the same time.
I might buy a cheap digital camera so I can start a gallery. I just started copying my daily report to my journal, based on you suggestion.
Like I am going to waste a perfectly good dead dog on a goth. I made that turd all by myself, it took me the better part of the day. If I am going to use a dead thing, it is going to be a goth.
I guess Exodus is not accepting payment in the form of getting to fuck the editorial staff. I hear Timmah's ass is a total wreck and Taco can shit a pumpkin without it touching the walls of his anus due to the constant ass pounding at the hands of the Exodus accounts payable staff.
I like to think of myself as a tolerant guy, but there is something about goths that just get to me. They think that everyone should just play along with their delusions. I am at my SOs friend's house. I am being introduced to Jenn's, she is my SO's friend, goth friends. We get to this old burn-out of a goth. He tells me his name is 'Po' and that he is beyond dead. I just stand there for a second and ask, "Seriously, what is your real name?" Po is stunned that I am questioning him. I also inform him that he is not dead, he is just a clerk at a gas-station. It was at this point that I got bored and clogged their toilet with a massive turd. I then went out to my car and smoke a joint while waiting for my SO to get out of Freakville.
Philly Chease Steak. They are one of the best foods ever. But, only the ones with out onions and peppers. Just steak and cheese for me, thank you. I had 3 foot long cheese steaks when I was in Philly over the weekend. They were awesome. They mega turd they formed was also awesome. It was big. It took a good 3-4 minutes of pushing to get the monster moving towards the bowl. It was about 2 foot long and a big bigger round than a golf ball. It was a generic brow color and had a unique cheese odor.
I took this dump at my SO's friends apartment in Philly. Her friends are goths. Hardcore goths. My turd would not flush. I just wiped my ass and threw the paper out the window. I would feel bad about clogging up someone's toilet, but I did not in this case. These people were jerks, so I kinda felt justified in leaving that monster sticking out of their bowl. I have to deal witht their lame shit all the time, now they can deal with mine.
Slashdot is trying to drive away readers, so thier bill for their ISP will not be so big.
Mod this fucker up to: (+5, Informative)
Sheit, youse getten tha paige toose comin ups? Ice iza thinkins tha deebee isa downa! Wh00ta!
Naw, it was all the black beans in the burrito. I am sure it wasn't blood. I've shit blood before; this looked nothing like that.
I had the 'Ring of Fire' this morning as well.
My burrito owned my ass this morning. I had the shits like you would not believe. It burned like fire. It did not stink and just flew out of me; I had a hard time making it to the bathroom in time. It was black as night and had no form at all. Most of it stuck to the bowl. I must rate this turd as a 1.
Hmmm. I keep fallng in to a big black hole everytime I try to play. Is there a way to get out of there? I keep incountering JonKatz in there and he tries to sodomize me to death.
Luser! TrollMUD (aka Slashdot) is the best text adventure game ever!!!