After all the blood, sweat, and tears of droppin’ a duece, do you look back to see what you did. Or do you just anonymously flush without ever getting to know your little friend.
Always take a look at the little feller. Or big feller. Sometimes I really impress myself.
If there’s blood, see a doctor.
If there’s sweat, turn down the heat.
If there’s tears, see a shrink.
Of course, how else will I know to call everyone in to show it off?
Check the paper - check the bowl
Words I live by…
Gotta check to see if there is a need to get plunger ready,just in case.
Why bother. I mean it’s not exactly the Parting Shot from Life Magazine.
I have actually been chastised before by my doctor for not inspecting my leavings. Apparently, you’re supposed to know these things when you tell your doctor you’ve been sick.
I don’t pay much attention, generally, but I do look back, particularly in public restrooms, to make sure the flush was completely effective.
I always evaluate my airstrike. I don’t expect the water to be bloody, but I want to know immediately if it ever happens.
Most of the time, I can just “sense” what the poop will look like as it’s leaving my tight little anus.
I always look. If I’m shooting out small furry creatures, I want to know about it.
I was a little alarmed yesterday. I looked back and there was blood. Lots and lots of blood. I would have rushed myself off to the ER, but then I remembered that I spent a large part of the weekend eating borscht.
I had a cancer scare - went, it was pretty loose, looked in the bowl, and saw blood, blood, blood…
My awesome husband, who is totally swicked out by bathroom subjects, agreed to look at it with me. He agreed, we talked about whether to go the doctor or straight to the ER…
Then I remembered the pitcher of Crystal Lite fruit punch I’d drank that day. Turns out, Red Dye #2 doesn’t digest…
I’m always disappointed that the auto-flush toilets at the office go too quickly for me to get a good evaluation of my productive efforts for the day.
When I was little, I suffered from constipation. So I always had to show my mom my #2 before I flushed.
At first she was like, “My - what a good girl! Look how big that is!”
However, after a while it was like, “Honey, I don’t want to see that anymore. No matter how big it is.”
But I still check them every day from force of habit.
Funny, I use that as a pickup line.
I look back with pride.
If you want a real cancer scare, try having a lot of drinks containing Blue Curacao.
Oh my! :smack:
Ummm, who doesn’t?
A few years back on a visit to Ireland I was mildly horrified and moderately proud when I produced my first (and only) bi-colored log. The front was as black as a pint of Guiness (of which many were consumed) and the back was nice and amber like a pint of Bass. A black and tan turd.
I have to ask - is it blue? Like bright, almost fluorescent blue?
Because if so, I have to try that! 