Up until about fifteen minutes ago, I was under the impression that most people have a pain-free option of delaying taking a dump for up to ~12 hours after the urge hits, as I do. To me, unless I’m staying overnight, taking a dump in someone else’s bathroom is as unnecessary as clipping my toenails in their living room. And so I’ve always regarded it in much the same light.
Equipped with this misinformation, my sympathy was with the OP. Now I know better, but it is possible that Sat on a Cookie hasn’t fully taken in the implications of what she’s been told.
Well, in case the OP ever deigns to read the entire thread, I too am still wondering how this guy managed to befoul her bathroom so badly it’s unusable after two days. The answer could go a long way toward redeeming her in this thread.
Scenario one: The guy had a jet-powered sphincter and spattered poop all over all four walls and ceiling, finger-painted a picture of his penis on the mirror with it, and used her grandma’s antique linen napkins he found stored in the side cabinet to wipe his ass.
Reaction: Well, in that case I’d pit the hell out of this guy too. And maybe call a HAZMAT squad.
Scenario two: The guy did a stinky doody, flushed, and boy did the room smell for a half-hour. The OP doesn’t want to go back in there until all the potential germs die of old age.
Reaction: Thread continues as it is.
OMG!! I had someone do this once!!! And they left the clippings in the carpet!!!
But I didn’t rush off to the pit*, because it was a girl that was staying with me as a favor to a friend of a friend thing and she was like 14 or something. I used my trusty rusty vacuum, clippings were gone, I got over it. I can’t imagine 2 days later being all "I can’t possibly set foot in the living room because some skanky little girl cut her toenails in there and took like 15 minutes and probably masturbated while doing it!
*OK, so I hadn’t even met the Pit yet, but I wouldn’t have, had I known about the Pit, either
::Bar soap and liquid soap pump deployed to the guest bath::
Hmm, this will be a problem. Thanks to the DVD player and the Internet, we have very little paper porn in the house. I did just get a Fredrick’s of Hollywood catalog in the mail, though, so perhaps that will do in a pinch.
So you’re saying I shouldn’t answer the door in my red nightie? Dammit.
I used to be able to schedule my sphincter in high school, because there was no way I was going to crap in the bathroom there, in a door-less stall, amid the smokers.
Since I grew up and discovered coffee, and inadequate sleep, my anus is all over the map when it comes to poop time. Usually in the morning, after two cups of coffee, but sometimes in the afternoon (and at 8pm last night - what was up with that?). However, if I have a Starbucks bottled Frappuccino, the 10 minute countdown starts immediately.
I imagine her sitting at her computer with her fingers jammed into her ears, yelling “LA LA LA LA LA!” at the top of her voice.
Honey, this is avoiding us on purpose.
If you feel like making statements but have no interest in the replies, do us a favor and just say them aloud to yourself in the privacy of your own home. A message board is not for someone who just wants to take a verbal dump. It’s about discussion.
