Man people are fucking weird about poop. I'd much rather tell my date with a red-face that I can't get their toilet to flush than to wrap up my shit and fling it out the window, but maybe that's just me.
Horror story here. I'm gonna condense this as I don't want it to go on too long. I was at a girl's house on some random night years back. We met at a bar. She passed out in her apartment. I have no idea what I was doing. I must have just gotten back from a trip to Chicago.
I pooped in her bathroom until there was nothing left. I felt fantastic afterwards. It was a lot of poop mind you. Not a normal bowel movement.
I flush and here we fucking go. Overflow. OH FUCK I think. Not now, not right now god. She is passed out on the couch a bit away from the bathroom. Water begins overflowing. It starts to really go places. Into the kitchen. It's a rather small apartment.
No. Plunger.
I was a bit drunk myself and had to think fast. This is a good looking girl, and I have no intention of waking neighbors or even her up at 4 fucking AM to get a plunger and show them what I have done.
I dive in like a plumber's son would and almost get to my elbows in shit to unplug this thing. I am literally the Tool song Stinkfist. It's horrifying, exhilarating, and completely bonkers.
The kicker: it doesn't work. Now, I am fucked. And full of shit. It's time to clean up and go to the neighbors. This bitch don't even have towels or paper towels or anything to stop the flood. Fucking lord man.
So I go ring some doors. About 5 or 6 in total. I end up getting some towels. And finally someone gives me a plunger. A couple people are groggy and do not want to answer their door. I basically run like hell back to her apartment to fix things before she awakens from her drunken slumber.
I soak all the shit water up. Plunge the toilet. And then begin to clean everything. Luckily, she had random cleaning supplies there. An hour later the smell is gone and the house is nearly spotless again. She is still asleep. Through two hours of agonizing horror she still sleeps.
This relationship never turned out well, but I will always remember how I met this person, and the first incident in her bathroom.
Never shit in a bathroom without knowing they have a plunger, kids. I'll let myself out.