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2016-05-06 06:11:34 Post No. 28368781
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2016-05-06 06:11:34
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One of my friends has been trying to get me to take a group poop with him all year, and today he finally convinced me to try it. When I sat down on the toilet I was nervous, and couldn't squeeze a chunk out immediately. Then I realized I had explosive diahreah. I tried to push it out slowly but the pressure was too much and it shot out like a rocket, coating the toilet in a brown coat of butt vomit. My friend heard the whole thing happen and asked me what the hell just happened in there. I decided to wipe quickly and jet out of there as fast as I could. I stood up to open the door and walked out, the stench of rotting feces filling my olfactories with a redolent scent of ectasy.
I turned to the sinks while my friend walked out of his stall and looked in mind. His face turned into a vile mixture of horror and disgust; he turned to me and I realized that I had forgotten to flush my poo stew. I awkwardly squeezed between him and the door and used my foot to flush the toilet when he pushed me down into the toilet and closed the stall door. He grabbed the back of my head and thrust it deep into the brown abyss of the toilet then brought me back up. He dunked me into the mushy milkshake once more, but for a longer time. I came up, gasping for air, shaking my long hair as flecks of poo scattered themselves along the walls of the stall, and the face of my adversary.
He was temporarily blinded by the brown blindfold i had bestowed upon his brow, and roared in pain. He let go of me and I saw my chance to escape. I quickly ducked and rolled myself under the stall door to the adjacent stall. It was a trap. Apparently my friend had left a little chocolate surprise on the bathroom tiles. I slid right into it, covering my forehead with a foray of feces.