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This is a question Shit Stories: Part Number Two

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Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.

(, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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Chinese crapper
Many toilets in China do not have cubicles or even partitions. Just a trench where you squat down next down to others. Naturally, I never attempted to use these because of the impossibility of having to pinch one out in mixed company, but on one occasion I was forced to.

It was a long bus journey and I just couldn't hold it anymore. At some end-of-the-world rest stop I raced inside to get first place in the trench, but my turd wouldn't come. Maybe it was the stress. Shortly after, a few other Chinese wandered in.

Now, there are places in China where non-Chinese are rarely seen. When they are, the locals like to stare with yokel wonder at someone with a different nose, hair or skin. Or colon. Within minutes, the word had gone out and the toilet was crowded with about ten guys all nudging each other and watching me try to force out my recalcitrant loaf in double-quick time. They nudged each other and jabbered away as I strained. One guy even bent down to see if my anus was markedly different to his own.

And do you know, I wasn't able to do that crap for some reason. Nor for another 20 hours until I found a western-style toilet and let the reeking fossil loose with a blessed sigh of release.
(, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 16:57, 1 reply)
*click*
because I recognise the Chinese trench toilet all too well.
(, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 17:00, closed)

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