Comments on: Poop-off.

By: molley

molley — Thu, 15 Jun 2006 16:58:11 +0000

I LOVE THIS OPPERTUNITY: I JAVE BEEN WAITING A LONG TOIME TO GET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM: PARDON THE PUN.

IT SOUND LIKE WORLD WAR THREE IN THE BATHROOM WHERE I WORK. AND THE SMELL IS AWFUL.

SO TO GET BACK AT MY BOSS. I HAD A HEALTHY HELPING OF BROWN BEANS, DEVELED EGGS. ALONG WITH A LARGE BOWL OF CABBAGE:

TH0UGHT I SHOULD MAKE MY CONTRIBUTION.

I DID GET A RAISE. BUT NOT THE MONATARY KIND.

I JUST GOT RAISED UP OFF THE TOILET SEAT.

THERE ARE ROOMERS THEY ARE CHANGING MY NAME TO “FLATULANT DIHREA MOLLEY.”

By: leland

leland — Sun, 11 Jun 2006 21:49:36 +0000

Great job guys…

By: Anonymouse

Anonymouse — Fri, 11 Nov 2005 21:21:53 +0000

Silly, generate your own “Syncroflushing” - just flush 3 or 4 times to mask the sounds…

Although the comment by bee, above: “What’s the word for the swiftness with which you feel obliged to wash your hands and get the hell out of there, having been the only audience to a mighty involuntary orchestra in the next stall and wishing to spare the musician the embarrassment of eye contact when they emerge?”

YES… the restroom exodus, the “flatulent flee”, the explosive diarhea dash…

By: Mike

Mike — Sun, 18 Sep 2005 14:48:37 +0000

Lets not forget “Syncroflushing” which is the art of “Letting go” when another toilet flushes to mask the ever so embarassing sounds one might make. This takes control and practice but when executed properly… no one will ever know you made a sound. Brilliant.

By: Linda

Linda — Sat, 17 Sep 2005 02:44:00 +0000

I feel it only appropriate to post this here. Funniest thing I have read in quite awhile

OMG worst bathroom experience. http://www.thetp.com/awyeah/ohmygod.htm

By: ibeejd

ibeejd — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 15:48:44 +0000

Also my first visit and Im dyin here! Im so glad theres a word for that…happens here at work all the time! I will be back!

By: bee

bee — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 15:44:44 +0000

My first visit also, and so shall I be back.

What’s the word for the swiftness with which you feel obliged to wash your hands and get the hell out of there, having been the only audience to a mighty involuntary orchestra in the next stall and wishing to spare the musician the embarrassment of eye contact when they emerge?

By: Alicia

Alicia — Wed, 14 Sep 2005 00:10:34 +0000

I sit here with tears rolling down my face, the laughter having taken over everything else. I didn’t realize this far-to-common event warranted it’s own phrase, but I’ll add it to my vocabulary nonetheless.

This is my first visit to your site, but I’ll definitely be back.

By: Mike

Mike — Tue, 13 Sep 2005 20:55:18 +0000

What a nightmare. Clinched to the nth degree prairie doggin’ all the way to the can only to sit down and find out you have a neighbor. The anguish in that situation is horrific. Extreme situations call for drastic measures… Politeness be damned, unleash the hounds.

By: Bec

Bec — Tue, 13 Sep 2005 03:02:18 +0000

This happens in my office loos all the time. And there aren’t many women, so it’s easy to work out who is who by elimination (pardon bad pun). Then there’s Chatty Joan from reception who’s too old to care - or possibly too dotty to know - and just blasts away. High Noon? She’d be our Wyatt Earp. Or possibly Quick Draw McGraw.
Thanks for the laugh!