so i made myself some eggs and sausage this morning and when i sit down to eat i feel a massive dump coming on like a freight train. i tried to scarf down my food as quickly as possible, but after a couple bites i knew i wasnt going to make it...but i did not want my breakfast getting cold either so i grabbed the plate and my coffee and headed for the bathroom. dump was successful (3 wipes, thanks for asking) and breakfast was delicious...no harm done, right? should i be shamed for this or praised for my multi-tasking abilities?
A big part of your sense of taste comes from your nose. So if you thought your breakfast was delicious whilst taking a dump, then that says something about what you think of the taste of poop....
Nothing is more American than eating a sammich on the turrlet with the door wide open on a Sunday morning.
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^ Oh god I had forgotten about that video. Damn you I will drink while on the throne, why not eat? Never thought of it
In my old office building, an Indian gentleman rented a space for "spiritual guidance" and he always had these wealthy Chicago ladies come into his office for "advise". He wore these very "special" sandals. One day I went into the restroom, and one of the stalls is directly in front of your line of vision when you enter the restroom. I walked in and noted his "special" sandals under the stall where he was obviously dropping a load. The smell was ungodly and I quickly tried to piss so I could get out of there. I noticed that there were odd noises coming out of the stall. After pissing I quickly went to wash my hands and leave the scene when I heard a flush, and the stall door opened... and this old Indian man had a plate with a half eaten piece of chocolate cake. I was horrified, standing there washing my hands. The chipper Yogi then said "Ohh my client brought chocolate cake, it is vegan and wonderful, stop by and have a piece." Then he ate a bite of the cake, did NOT wash his hands and walked out the bathroom door. He eventually moved out of the building, and I did not have chocolate cake for literally a year after that.