Well, not really, but how often do you?
I voted never because I know you’re a guy and you’re probably thinking of poop stains, which I never have. But did you think about why else women might have a dark brown stain in their panties on occasion? Prolly TMI, but you asked! That happens once in a great while to me, if things start early or there’s shifting I don’t know about until I get to a bathroom.
Never. I would be a bit concerned if I did. :eek:
yep, this is more relevant to my life.
Well, you might be carrying a Hershey bar in your undies, too, and the day gets really hot…That’s what your posts are for, to write in circumstances that my OP doesn’t include.
Previous skid-mark poll: What do you do to avoid “skid marks” in your undies?
Quote of my own (TMI) post from that thread:
There’s a joke in there somewhere about only liking dark chocolate and how long it would last in my hot crotch anyway, but I’ve got too much of a stuffed-up head cold to think it up right now. ::sticks nose back into steam from tea mug and mmmm chocolate::
What underwear?
Skid-mark implies friction and butt cheeks, not a spot.
But I have a funny, in adults suck for not explaining things properly, TMIish story:
[spoiler] So, I started puberty pretty late, not until I was a freshman in high school, and read just about everything possible when it came to what’s it’s supposed to be like when you get your period in the years of waiting to grow up like everyone else already did back in middle school.
But not one fucking thing I ever read, or learned in health class, or was ever told by my mom suggested that the blood for your first few periods might not be red. That it might be a dark tarry color, actually.
So the first time I found a dark brown stain in my underwear was upset at myself for apparently not wiping well enough like a toddler or something. It wasn’t until it happened again about three months later (any guys reading along should know many/most girls have irregular periods at first) that I finally thought to wonder if it wasn’t dried blood after all, not mortifying evidence of lax bm hygiene.
Thanks, Grownups![/spoiler]
Under where?
Or one can just shower.
If your bowels are regular enough to always be able to shower after every bowel movement, consider yourself lucky.
But just in case you ever break your lucky streak(less) by hitting up Taco Bell and having to make a run for the border, you might want to keep proper wiping techniques in mind.
Eww never! I wipe until clean, even if it takes half a roll of TP (and it does sometimes).
I’d say never, but there was this one time…
My high school spanish club went to Spain one year. I was a junior, so probably 16. We had been given advice by various people who had been on previous trips (guys shouldn’t wear white shorts if they didn’t want Spaniards to think they had caught “the gay”, etc. This was in the early '80’s.) One such piece of advice was not to eat the ice cream over there, but without any reason why.
So we’re there, hanging out one day in a park in Madrid- I think El Retiro, but I might have the name wrong. It’s hot so a bunch of us decide to get an ice cream cone. Either we had forgotten the advice or just disregarded it, I can’t recall. But for the next three days I had the Hershey Squirts, and after comparing our stories, we all did.
The worst part about it was, we were staying with host families while we were there, two kids per family. Our family was two sisters in their 60’s who waited on us hand and foot, including doing our laundry. So this poor woman was subjected to cleaning up after my greatest indignity. I don’t know how she did it, but she cleaned the shit out of my undies. Quite literally.
Evidently there’s something about their ice cream that causes digestive issues if you’re not used to it, but I don’t know what’s behind it.
This poll definitely needs to be separated by sex. Or maybe just by ass-hairiness.
Eh, doesn’t everyone? I thought underwear was there in case you got stranded without TP…
Honestly, that is when it’s time to throw that pair of underwear out.
But maybe one should wipe better and then they will not encounter such difficulties, don’t you think?
It’s not always a matter of wiping better. Sometimes there’s one little bit that just refuses to come out. In the course of the next hour or so it may stay in, or little bits may… I don’t want to say ooze… I’m not really sure what happens. In any case I’m always glad when I can get home and get things straightened out.
I’m wondering about the “deep brown skidmarks.” Wasn’t “brown skidmarks” descriptive enough? I think we all would have known what you were talking about. 
I have it more than I care to imagine, but I have a good excuse.
People here may or may not remember me from a series of posts dealing with going to the bathroom at work. To summarize: I hate it. I have shy anus syndrome and hate going when someone else is in the room. I’ve never been regular at work, but a couple of years ago, maybe owing to the stability of office life, I’ve been having the desire and then the NEED to go during work.
I always try to find an empty one, and I may traverse all the floors in our building if that’s what it takes to find an empty room. But public bathrooms have a few issues.
First, the stall is never really wide enough. I have a spread-legged position when I use. Not to be TMI, but oh well, its too late for that, but that allows me optimal access to the black hole. When the stall is narrow, I can’t spread out as easily, and therefore I imagine that some of the shit turtle’s its head back into the rectum where I can’t get to it.
Second, most people may not realize it, but some of the toilets in a multi-stall bathroom are not even heighted. Some are higher than others. I prefer a shorter toilet, thus allowing me to get into the squat position that I mentioned above. A higher toilet has my legs mostly parallel and dangling over the lip of the bowl like a ventriloquist dummy. Dangling, closed legs are not good for wiping.
Last, the pants. At home, I’m almost like George Costanza, everything (below the waist) comes off. At work, I would bet even with male bathroom etiquette strictly enforced, people would be talking and whispering and, god forbid, sleuthing who is in the bathroom barefoot and pantless. That’s the kind of attention I don’t need, my anus has enough trouble opening up around people, I don’t need anybody trying to peek into the stall between the cracks of the doors. So having to keep the pants and shoes on further restricts leg movement.
Anyways, those issues frequently result in me not getting an ideal wipe. Sure, I wipe until I feel comfortable, but often that comfort is illusory. An hour later I may feel the creeping moisture of damp buttcheeks rubbing against each other, and I would need to hightail it to the nearest bathroom to wipe some more. But, fortunately or unfortunately, sometimes the feeling is as of an incoming storm rather than immediate thundershowers, so I try to hold it until I get home. That results in some staining. And the reason I hold it is that I have to go through the same song and dance about finding an empty stall when I just need to wipe, moreso than when I have to actually drop the brown kids off at the pool
You see, we all know its perfectly normal to roll logs down the river, so even if its embarrassing and all kinds of sounds are emanating from your body, nobody says anything. Its a courtesy I’m sure that allows us to be the dominant species on Earth (just try to imagine monkeys flinging poo away from others instead of at them). So its normal, if embarrassing to give birth to food babies. But it is decidedly not normal, and you may wonder in horrifying distress, if you hear a door opening, the clinking of metallic zippers undoing, and the furious wiping of a panicked shitfather. Nothing slide out of the anus, that soft, oozing feeling of warm toast splashing into milk, nor the grunting associated with that most diabolical of duties. Just depants, wipe, and flush, following by a comic pounding of feet hightailing it out of the scene of the crime. Don’t lie, you’d be wondering/laughing/terrified too
So its hard to just wipe and flee, and harder still to make sure you only need one wiping session. If that requires me to buy more underwear than is legally allowed, then I’m guilty. But I can’t stop doing it