Anyone who really does feel offended or disturbed by that thread’s title alone needs to get off the internet.
What I gravely object to is that the thread didn’t have “(TMI)” in the title.
Imagine my surprise when I clicked on the thread expecting it to be heartwarming stories of kitty cats and bunny rabbits, but found out that it was actually about gross things that can happen when pooping. If we’re going to have these types of threads, they must be clearly labeled.
Y’know what? Let’s just ban the internet. The whole fucking thing. Then people wouldn’t have to think about other people having godawful discussions about vague, yet nasty, topics.
Oh, and while we’re at it, can we ban homeless people from urban areas? I don’t want to think about them while I’m going to work.
Hah! I beat you, hands down. I’m an analphabet!
Oh yeah? Well, I don’t even have eyes! In fact, I have no head! In fact, I have no body at all! I’m just a gaseous bag of will.
Ah!
You are “The grossest thing that can happen while pooping”.
Got it.
What did you say about my mother? :mad:
Wait, there are threads here?
Hmmm…this seems to be going well. :smack:
Well, duh. After the zuma debaucle involving two separate Pit threads about similar issues, did you really expect otherwise?
Yeah, it sucks when your sensibilities get offended. Take me, for instance. Last week, there I was in the bus station mens room. I felt the need to poo (hey, 5 tacos and 11 cans of Blatz will do that to you). Just my luck, the toilet that I choose is hopeless clogged with someone’s bloody diarrhea. This guy must obviously have been scared to sit on the seat because he was no William Tell defecation-wise. His tawny brew was everywhere. It was on the seat, on the floor, on the wall. It smelled like a dead baby that had been left in a sauna for a week. Still, being somewhat hungry, I wondered what it tasted like. I scooped up a portion with my hand and put it in my mouth. I swished and gargled. It spoke to me of curry and brussell sprouts, quite different than my own bland diarrhea. When I finally decided to start chewing I was met with the sensation of multiple corn niblets exploding at once, like little cherry tomatoes. Suddenly, I remembered something my high school science teacher told me once. Eating someone else’s blood-tainted feces might make you sick. Damn, what a fool I was. I started to feel funny and then my mind drifted on the bloody diarrhea itself. What did I know about this bloody diarrhea? Nothing! For all I know, the guy who left me this gastronomic present may have just had gay anal sex. So on top of the blood AND poop, I could very well be eating someone’s tainted semen! I was feeling increasingly queasy and made it as far as the baby changing station before I horked all over it. Oh well, the next daddy that comes by should be used to wetknaps, I thought. So I went home and told my grandma about my ordeal. She gave me a stern talking to and then we fucked for three hours. Next morning, we went to Denny’s for breakfast. While helping myself to a toothpick, I detected no mint flavoring at all. WTF! I don’t want to taste wood, I want to taste minty wood. Fucktards.
So yes, lowbrass, I feel your pain.
Sorry.
Fucktard, asshat, meh, the stupid it burns!!!11!!! that thread suxxors, poop.
Better?
Johnny - I’m not listening - la, la, la, la… 
That, sir, is unpleasant. Repellant, even.
I’d rate it at eight squirming maggots out of ten.
That sure is a funny way of spelling “The Aristocrats!”
Uh huh.
Eww!
I sense a movement.
I’m pitting the Indus script, even though I didn’t read it.
I mean, really.
You seem angry. 'Taint that big a deal - the title grossed me out is all. Can’t really forego reading the title, since it’s right there on the page. Don’t let it ruin your day, o.k.? Not sure you know what “troll” means. You either, Lute.
No, sorry, but that joke’s almost as old as the forum.