I went 38 days, but that’s because I was hospitalized and NPO for 35 of those. Another time (also hospitalized), it was 8 days, then a dried and dusty old log appeared. Now I have no colon (cancer got it) so I load abag every coupla days. Is this TMI? I think so…
I don’t believe I’m responding to this thread.
I have this same problem. Last year, we went camping for eight days and by the time we got back home, I was in so much pain. Believe me, I tried to use the toilets at the campground, but I just couldn’t relax enough to be able to move my bowels. However, five minutes after arriving home, I swear I passed the biggest turd I have ever seen in my entire life. I was so impressed, I just had to show my husband and kids. My husband got grossed out, but the boys thought it was cool 
well, i used to have a fear of shitting at school, there was some unwritten rule too i think… anyways, just recently i hadn’t gone in about 4 days (highly irregular for me) and suddenly my colon decided it was time to go… to make a loooong story short i clogged the toilet. For some strange reason i felt PRIDE!!! i clogged a toilet with my shit, damn im good! lol
we had this one guy at a scout camp who didn’t go for the 2 weeks while we were camping, he didn’t like the flies in the outhouse or something. he had to go to hospital to get unclogged too…
Shadowfox, I too, cannot take a dump outside. Went camping for two weeks. Nothing. Got home and passed Elvis. Everytime I go camping. I can pee, but there’s something about pooping by a tree in the open air that just… ewwwwwwww… I can’t do it. I can go in any public toilet, I just can’t do it without porcelain massaging my butt.
The pope may be Catholic, but Tequila does NOT shit in the woods!
I think the longest I’ve gone is 2 days, which is odd since I’m almost always constipated.
Tibs, you know I think of you as my lesbian counterpart now, but damn, you gotta let go, hon!
Even when I was hiking around Lake Tahoe for a week, eating nothing but MRE’s (field rations), I was regular.
Y’all are freaks.
My sister and I were sitting around our kitchen table last summer when my great aunt rushed in and asked us if we wouldn’t mind measuring our aereola (sp) and getting back to her with how big they were.
So pooping…not so big a deal. 
jarbaby
Another clock-setter here. Every morning I stop somewhere and get a big cup of coffee, then take an hour walk. By the time I get to work, I’m ready to go.
On days off, I have to think about where I’ll be in an hour to make sure there’s a public bathroom around. I know every
one in my area of New Jersey and New York City!
And what were the results?
Hmmmmm, 10 days when I was at summer camp. I was a shy child, and terribly irritable towards the end. I also took showers in my bathing suit. :rolleyes:
My girlfriend, however, is as regular as Big Ben. Every morning as soon as she wakes up. No big deal, except that the bathroom is 3 feet from our bed. No soundproofing, no fan. Just little feminine grunts and an “excuse me!” after the occasional whistlefart. The fact that she’s terribly pretty makes matters worse, for some reason. Not much morning sex in this household.
So I have issues. Sue me.