Diarrhea in the Jacuzzi sounds like one of the less successful sequels to Snakes on a Plane.
Mushroom, MUSHROOM!
I couldn’t resist. 
Turd! Turd! It’s a turrrddd… 
Honestly, I was expecting much worse. I mean, I’d be grossed out if I’d been marinating in it, or had to clean it up, but it didn’t stop me eating these delicious Hershey’s Kisses. With almonds, no less.
You, of all poople?
I thought that was somewhat odd too. Like Andrew Dice Clay refusing to look at vaginas.
DarkPrince and Sunspace, You take the prize.
Ah, butt if you’ll remember in any story I told I was doing my best to GET AWAY from the poopage, not embracing it.
I have an entire lobe of my brain devoted to Love of the Disgusting, hence my presence in this thread.
But yeah, I meant “phobe” :smack:
I don’t know. In some of them it seems the poopage was trying to get away from you. I guess it’s just in how you look at it.
Enjoy,
Steven
Doesn’t sound like you’re trying very hard.
(bolding mine)
In Russian, poopage embraces YOU!
(sorry, I’m tired and a little punchy today. :D)
hmmmm… Stayed in any good hotels lately? Maybe one with a jacuzzi? :dubious:
I was going to bring a bathing suit on my honeymoon in case we encountered any hot tubs…now I’m afraid to, dammit! (of course, I’m sure the next poor sap wouldn’t appreciate using a hot tub that had been used by a dung beetle anyway)
At least you guys roll the poo up into a neat little ball. Not leave it loose to cling to bubbles and the sides of the tub.
The better to clog up the pipes, my dear! 