This, also, is a true story.
For appropriate disclaimers, see poop story (the original)
I remember once my dad (Harold) was constipated bad. He was in a lot of discomfort and had tried everything. He sat on the pot for hours pushing like hell. Nada. He jumped up and down over and over. Nothing doing. He walked, he pushed some more. Just wasn’t happening. My mom was worried “Go to the doctor!”. Of course my dad was having none of that! He was too manly.
Of course by now the whole family knew what was going on.
Then dad got an idea - dislodge it with a pencil. So he sent my mom to find a pencil then dissappeared into the john again. Only to come out minutes later no better off. He did some more jumping and finally he said to me only, “I think it’s coming” and went back into the bathroom. Shortly, I heard a flush and then he came out and marched straight out the back door without saying a word. Curious, I went in to see what was going on. There, in the toilet, I found the biggest, hardest turd I could ever imagine.The darn thing was lodged and would not flush. My dad had went outside to get a stick to shove it down with. Then my dad comes back in strolling casually through the den heading for the restroom again carring a big branch. My mom, not aware that the ordeal was over, took one look at the branch and yelled, “HAROLD, NOOOOOOOOOO…”.