Shit Stories: Part Number Two
As 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.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
As 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.
( , Thu 27 Mar 2008, 14:57)
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My younger brother is a weirdo, none more so than when he was a kid. There was I, back from school, playing on the spectrum or something when he dances into my room wearing nothing beneath the waist.
After prancing about like a demented extra from Riverdance for a minute or so, he reaches his "grand finale" by leaping into the air and performing a leprechaun kick whilst simultaneously releasing a tommy squeaker. Cue a small turdlet of shet dropping out of his balloon knot and onto the heel of his foot. It sat there like a dirty malteser as he frantically hopped off to the toilet for a clean up whilst I pissed myself laughing.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 16:15, Reply)
My younger brother is a weirdo, none more so than when he was a kid. There was I, back from school, playing on the spectrum or something when he dances into my room wearing nothing beneath the waist.
After prancing about like a demented extra from Riverdance for a minute or so, he reaches his "grand finale" by leaping into the air and performing a leprechaun kick whilst simultaneously releasing a tommy squeaker. Cue a small turdlet of shet dropping out of his balloon knot and onto the heel of his foot. It sat there like a dirty malteser as he frantically hopped off to the toilet for a clean up whilst I pissed myself laughing.
( , Thu 3 Apr 2008, 16:15, Reply)
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