I look. When I burn a mule, I want to see my work.
Oh yeah, plus that blood thing. If you’re not careful, you just might have a golfball sized node of precancerous cells in your colon.
Damn, that’s great! Nearly 20 years ago, I was getting some tech training up at Bellcore in New Jersey. I was back in my hotel room (I’d been sent up from Missouri), getting ready for dinner with some classmates and took a leak. It came out bright red. :eek: This was only 6 months after a big coronary, so I start thinking, “NOW what?!? Holy fucking shit, my insides are rotting or something”. Plus, I was in some strange, foreign land (New Jersey!): did they even have 911 up there? I picked up the phone, but before dialing, I remembered chowing down on a few bowls of pickled beets at the lunch buffet. Heh. Eat enough beets, it’ll turn your piss red.
More to the OP, I subscribe to Sateryn76’s philosophy: Check the paper - check the bowl. Heck, how else would I have acquired this amazing fact that I passed to my nephews: if you eat a pound of licorice today, your shit will be bright green tomorrow. They freaked my sister out with that little trick.
Are you kidding? If it’s impressive enough, I take pictures.
Of course.
Obligatory bash.org quote:
Of course I check it. It’s a quick way to assess health status and whether I’m eating enough fiber.
Yep, I look. Sometimes I can tell what color it will be just by the way it smells.
I’m a nurse in training. Not only do I look at my own, I inspect the leavings of others as well.
Actually, I have a hard time understanding the mindset of people who *don’t *look. I mean, you pushed that sucker out. Don’t you want a visual confirmation of the work done? I feel practically compelled to look, even without medical benifits.
Of Course! How else would I know if it’s a candidate for ratemypoo .com?
I don’t know if it’s my love of the Black & Tan, or what; but this got a full belly laugh out of me! 
Uh… you inspect others as well. Might be time for a new hobby dear.
You missed part one of my quote. “I’m a nurse in training”. Aka, a student nurse. I often HAVE to look at the bowel movements of my patients. It’s part of my job.
No, it doesn’t bother me.
Sounds like some of you folks need the famous German Toilet.
Just thinking about it makes me feel a patriotic glow at being an American, with our superior poop-disposal technology (although we are savages compared to Japanese toilet technology).
You have to look. I usually think “Huh. Five minutes ago that was inside of me. Now it is not.” Then I feel better for the rest of the day.
Which is a good thing I do all my pooping in the morning, I suppose…
I only look out for number 1.
ya know, not to bust up all the hilarity and everything, but you really should just for health reasons. You need to be familiar with your normal production so that abnormal production is recognizable.
Just sayin’.
(And how can you avoid it when you have to face the pot to flush?)
Ha! My friend’s Swiss dad has one of those. I took a dump and there was… nothing. No sound, no plop. You look back and you’ve got a nice little present. Those toilets are trays hilare.
Whenever I drop the kids off at the pool I have to make sure they’re having a good time.
How do blind people know when they’re done wiping?
I was amazed to discover that there were people who don’t look. Not only should you look to make sure all’s right and proper below, but you need to make sure you wipe well!
Of course not. Not to offend anyone, but looking at your shit sounds like some form of insanity.
As a matter of fact, I make sure to keep my eyes closed while I’m scooping it and wrapping it in tinfoil before I put it in one of my fridges.
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What?
Looks like I’ve inspired someone to take up a new hobby! Because honey, you have to see it for yourself. It’s downright surreal.
It makes me wonder what would happen if I mixed Blue Curacau with borscht. Would I shit purple? And what would happen if I also ate a bunch of lemon-flavored Hostess fruit pies? I bet I could produce – get this – honest to God BROWN.