# The Poop Stories of Legend **URL:** \ **Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\ **Created:** [April 21, 2009, 4:25am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814 "2009-04-21T04:25:39Z")\ **Posts on this page:** 5\ **Page:** 4
**Author:** ![scout1222](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/s/34f0e0/32.png) [@scout1222](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/scout1222)\ **Post date:** [April 27, 2009, 12:25am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814/61 "2009-04-27T00:25:13Z")
I’ve always found the term “poopy suit” to be hilarious (I mean, I’m posting in this thread, that should tell you the level of my humor), but never has it been so apt. ---
**Author:** ![Hockey\_Monkey](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/h/a183cd/32.png) [@Hockey\_Monkey](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Hockey_Monkey)\ **Post date:** [April 27, 2009, 3:14pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814/62 "2009-04-27T15:14:59Z")
> [@hroark2112](#): > > I hate for my first post on a board to be in a thread like this, but it fits!! Welcome to the boards darlin’! I knew you’d be right at home here. 😃 ---
**Author:** ![friedo](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/f/8edcca/32.png) [@friedo](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/friedo)\ **Post date:** [April 28, 2009, 10:15am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814/63 "2009-04-28T10:15:41Z")
> [@scout1222](#): > > I’ve always found the term “poopy suit” to be hilarious (I mean, I’m posting in this thread, that should tell you the level of my humor), but never has it been so apt. Does one wear the poopy suit on the poop deck? ---
**Author:** ![Unintentionally\_Blank](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/unintentionally_blank/32/5418_2.png) [@Unintentionally\_Blank](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/Unintentionally_Blank)\ **Post date:** [April 28, 2009, 11:25am UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814/64 "2009-04-28T11:25:11Z")
I see we have a poop nexus of sorts. I wasn’t aware they were susceptible to being, uh, nexusy > [@Unintentionally Blank](#): > > I’m with a group of people in a Long distance race-car gathering. We’re in a strange town, it’s dark, and we’re fumbling backwards through the map to find our way back to the Hotel after a good dinner at a local’s house. About a third of the way back to the hotel, I find the jalapeño poppers from earlier in the evening have had enough of me. > > Through whatever cruel twist of fate, I’m in a two seat sportscar, with my _mom_, and we’re trying to find the destination, under the gun as it were. > > Naturally, the side streets aren’t well lit. And several of them run parallel. > > oh god…that did NOT feel good. > > “Mom, we need to hurry.” > > There’s 6 or 7 cars in the group, with no leader…wandering cats in the night. I grip the steeringwheel tighter as other muscles grab other things tighter. I disctinctly feel part of my innards reconfigure to aid the little green southwestern grenades on their way. > > “Mom, we REALLY need to hurry, where’s the next turn?” > > I look to my left, down an intersection, and see taillights of one of our members…they turned left. The next block over, I turn left. Dead End. Two cars follow me down the street. > > We execute an abortive 9 point turn to get everybody turned about. I’m DESPERATELY hoping I don’t perform an embarrasing bodily function…in the car…next to my mother. GLURG-bubble-bubble-bubble. > > We tear down a street that looks _like_ the road to the hotel, but not _exactly_ like the road to the hotel. Mom’s telling me to pull up to the foyer and leave the car, she’ll take care of it. > > The road looks like the right road because it is, we’re just coming from the opposite direction (at slightly more than the speed limit), I see the hotel, I pull rapidly into the parking lot > > SPEED BUMP! > > I haul on the brakes and ease the car over the bump, knowing that if it didn’t damage the car, the movement would most assuredly damage my underwear. Jalapeño poppers…what a freeking sadistic name. > > Pull the car up, throw it in park, and duck waddle through the door. In my most nonchalant James Bond voice, I ask the attendant where the bathroom is. > > “It’s across the main floor, on the other side of the restaurant.” > > (picture that sliding change of perspective thingy they use in movies…only the other side of the main floor now looks like it’s 300 miles away. glurg. > > James Bond never duckwaddled. And I never thought you could duckwaddle as fast as I did. I’m pretty sure I left scuff marks on the carpet. > > There’s a freaking ‘Wet Floor’ (Caution!, Cuidado!, Achtung!) near the entrance to the bathrooms. crap crap crap crap. > > In the first small consession of the night, the Lady’s room is being disinfected. I rush as best as I can into the Mens room, unzipping as I’m barely though the door, lean into the stall, spin around, drop, and exploseively decompress. sigh. > > Just after the right pause for effect the automatic deodorant spritzer goes “pshhhht!” ---
**Author:** ![BwanaBob](https://sea3.discourse-cdn.com/straightdope/user_avatar/boards.straightdope.com/bwanabob/32/2985_2.png) [@BwanaBob](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/BwanaBob)\ **Post date:** [April 28, 2009, 10:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814/65 "2009-04-28T22:19:29Z")
I wish I could get a friend of mine to recite his tale of destroying an I-95 rest stop bathroom (in Connecticut) due to eating a whole jar of pepperoncinis. The walls and floor looked like a Jackson Pollock nightmare. [Previous page](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/the-poop-stories-of-legend/493814.md?page=3)