Shit Stories: Part Number TwoAs a regular service to our readers, we've been re-opening old questions.
Once again, we want to hear your stories of shit, poo and number twos. Go on - be filthier than last time.
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chthonic, Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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In today's busy worldpeople barely get a moment to themselves, we're constantly on the go, working, paying bills, and worrying about the little things. It's almost impossible to find a moment for yourself, let alone for the people that really matter; the few close friends, family members and loved ones that we actually care about.
That's why, whenever I do a poo, I text the mrs to tell her that I love her, and she'll never know that I'm squeezing out a turgid toe-curler as I write my tokens of love and affection towards her.
That could really spoil the romance.
(, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 10:19, Reply)
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