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Post by Tainted Opossum on May 22, 2015 5:22:32 GMT -5
One of them brought up a great point that I refuse to go several years back in time to quote. I distinctly remember seeing piles protrude, almost comically, in a vertical fashion out of the portos. What do you think is going to through the mind of the person who accomplishes king of the mountain? What position do they .. crouch lean in?
One of them brought up a great point that I refuse to go several years back in time to quote. I distinctly remember seeing piles protrude, almost comically, in a vertical fashion out of the portos. What do you think is going to through the mind of the person who accomplishes king of the mountain? What position do they .. crouch lean in?
I've seen muddy footprints on either side of the seat so I assume they stand on the seat and crouch...
One of them brought up a great point that I refuse to go several years back in time to quote. I distinctly remember seeing piles protrude, almost comically, in a vertical fashion out of the portos. What do you think is going to through the mind of the person who accomplishes king of the mountain? What position do they .. crouch lean in?
God I tell this story all the time in real life and it isn't even mine.
It was an early Bonnaroo, either 02 or 03, and my friend is achieving psychedelic warrior status somewhere in the what field. Suddenly he has to poo, so he goes to the porto and opens it, upon which he observes said protruding pile. Being of a warrior mindset he does not attempt to find another porto, but goes inside to do his thing. There was no toilet paper of course so he completely removes his pants and boxers and squats half naked over the already significant mountain of excrement. After he adds to the poo protrusion he begins wiping his ass with his own boxers, and right at that point he wonders if he remembered to lock the porto, and then the porto door swings open and there is this poor little hippie girl who gets the full on view of this crusty half naked bug-eyed psychedelic warrior crouching over a mountain of shit wiping his ass with a pair of boxers. She lets out a piercing scream and runs away from the porto.
I sometimes wonder if that girl ever returned to Bonnaroo, or indeed ever attended a live music event again.
Poop is funny. And gross. Glad I clicked on this. Here's to that poor Louisiana dude who this thread is about. A state full of it's own special smell.
You ain't even lying about our special smell... especially in the French Quarter.
When they burn off the cane fields just south of Lafayette.... LAWD
They should build a sriracha plant here... We'd never notice the stench above our own lovely native smells... I was in New Orleans for Sunday of Mardi Gras and fell in a pothole... My car ride back to Lafayette was an oderous one...
One of them brought up a great point that I refuse to go several years back in time to quote. I distinctly remember seeing piles protrude, almost comically, in a vertical fashion out of the portos. What do you think is going to through the mind of the person who accomplishes king of the mountain? What position do they .. crouch lean in?
God I tell this story all the time in real life and it isn't even mine.
It was an early Bonnaroo, either 02 or 03, and my friend is achieving psychedelic warrior status somewhere in the what field. Suddenly he has to poo, so he goes to the porto and opens it, upon which he observes said protruding pile. Being of a warrior mindset he does not attempt to find another porto, but goes inside to do his thing. There was no toilet paper of course so he completely removes his pants and boxers and squats half naked over the already significant mountain of excrement. After he adds to the poo protrusion he begins wiping his ass with his own boxers, and right at that point he wonders if he remembered to lock the porto, and then the porto door swings open and there is this poor little hippie girl who gets the full on view of this crusty half naked bug-eyed psychedelic warrior crouching over a mountain of shit wiping his ass with a pair of boxers. She lets out a piercing scream and runs away from the porto.
I sometimes wonder if that girl ever returned to Bonnaroo, or indeed ever attended a live music event again.
Haha all I could think of when I read this was fear and loathing...
"With a bit of luck, her life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of her favorite portapotties, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things she'll never know."
One of them brought up a great point that I refuse to go several years back in time to quote. I distinctly remember seeing piles protrude, almost comically, in a vertical fashion out of the portos. What do you think is going to through the mind of the person who accomplishes king of the mountain? What position do they .. crouch lean in?
God I tell this story all the time in real life and it isn't even mine.
It was an early Bonnaroo, either 02 or 03, and my friend is achieving psychedelic warrior status somewhere in the what field. Suddenly he has to poo, so he goes to the porto and opens it, upon which he observes said protruding pile. Being of a warrior mindset he does not attempt to find another porto, but goes inside to do his thing. There was no toilet paper of course so he completely removes his pants and boxers and squats half naked over the already significant mountain of excrement. After he adds to the poo protrusion he begins wiping his ass with his own boxers, and right at that point he wonders if he remembered to lock the porto, and then the porto door swings open and there is this poor little hippie girl who gets the full on view of this crusty half naked bug-eyed psychedelic warrior crouching over a mountain of shit wiping his ass with a pair of boxers. She lets out a piercing scream and runs away from the porto.
I sometimes wonder if that girl ever returned to Bonnaroo, or indeed ever attended a live music event again.
This story made me cackle aloud. Multiple times. Solid work, psychedelic warrior friend
Considering you've found the need to respond to my threads as if you are threatened by me I offer you some peace my confused counterpart. May you find peace in your restless soul.
