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Originally posted by Scoops i once took 4 shits in a club

Shitting in a club is usually an absolute mission. With the state of most club toilets I feel like I'm taking a dump in the jungle and I need to avoid contact with everything to prevent parasitic infection. Unfortunately, a really good pill can hit my stomach in a weird way and sometimes I have to run off to the shitter to encounter certain doom.

I remember in Back 2 Basics all four cubicles had no toilet paper and three of them didn't even have a toilet seat, something I only discovered after spending 10 minutes in a massive queue of people who had no intention of defecating whatsoever. At another place I managed to dash inside a cubicle, have a weirdly euphoric and sensual drug-shit only to look up and then realise there was no paper. At all. Banging on the walls pleading for help from my neighboring cubicles proved fruitless. In the end I found a couple of old receipts in my wallet and had to repair the worst of the damage with them, leave the cubicle, rejoin the queue and then go back into another, paper-endowed, cubicle to finish the job. Absolute nightmare.

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Originally posted by SYSTEM-J Shitting in a club is usually an absolute mission. With the state of most club toilets I feel like I'm taking a dump in the jungle and I need to avoid contact with everything to prevent parasitic infection. Unfortunately, a really good pill can hit my stomach in a weird way and sometimes I have to run off to the shitter to encounter certain doom. I remember in Back 2 Basics all four cubicles had no toilet paper and three of them didn't even have a toilet seat, something I only discovered after spending 10 minutes in a massive queue of people who had no intention of defecating whatsoever. At another place I managed to dash inside a cubicle, have a weirdly euphoric and sensual drug-shit only to look up and then realise there was no paper. At all. Banging on the walls pleading for help from my neighboring cubicles proved fruitless. In the end I found a couple of old receipts in my wallet and had to repair the worst of the damage with them, leave the cubicle, rejoin the queue and then go back into another, paper-endowed, cubicle to finish the job. Absolute nightmare.

Could almost be an Irving Welsh scenario.

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Originally posted by SYSTEM-J Shitting in a club is usually an absolute mission. With the state of most club toilets I feel like I'm taking a dump in the jungle and I need to avoid contact with everything to prevent parasitic infection. .

agree 100% but luckily for me, the night I had to take a shit 4x in a club, the bathroom was immaculate. It was sooo clean that its the kind of bathroom one's mom would be proud if her son banged a whore in there

I had a dream last night where the entire world was quickly being covered in a clear blue ocean filled with huge sharks. I was trapped in an attic and there was a toilet. The water was rising under the floorboards...

My last thought before dying (and waking up) was "fuck it, I might as well enjoy a nice crap before I get eaten by sharks."

I woke up and was like "well I'm not dying..." and took a crap.

i love taking shits. i especially try to control myself right until the very end when i'm about to explode and then i make a mad dash to the toilet eagerly anticipating euphoric catharsis

i make it a point to go at least 2 times a day, and honestly, any less than 2 and i feel a void in my heart i can't explain.

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Originally posted by SYSTEM-J I remember in Back 2 Basics all four cubicles had no toilet paper and three of them didn't even have a toilet seat, something I only discovered after spending 10 minutes in a massive queue of people who had no intention of defecating whatsoever. At another place I managed to dash inside a cubicle, have a weirdly euphoric and sensual drug-shit only to look up and then realise there was no paper. At all. Banging on the walls pleading for help from my neighboring cubicles proved fruitless. In the end I found a couple of old receipts in my wallet and had to repair the worst of the damage with them, leave the cubicle, rejoin the queue and then go back into another, paper-endowed, cubicle to finish the job. Absolute nightmare.

Fucking hell why did you not tell me this