so man this is onkly kinda related to my quit cause if i dint find this site i prolly woodn't be doin this triathalon thing. but man this happind to weeks in a row now. most a the time i'm doin my runnin work outs at nite cause i swim in the mornin. well man last fryday and agin this mornin i did mornin runs. well i'm a regular mornin shitter like between 6 and 7. well man last fryday i went out to run in the resadentshul areas in town and over to alanberg whats another burb rite next to mine. now bout 3 miles in i gots to crap reel bad. well i'm in luck cause its only a cupple a bloxks to my church and i no one door is all ways open. and lucky me i make it in time and fill the crapper ammedeately.
now this mornin i get a little smarter cause i hop on the stool afore goin for my run. well i power push anuff to get some shit in the bull. so man i take off to runnin and this time i'm heddin out to riverville whats another neer by burb. i'm on the big streets but its only like 6-30 in the a.m. so nothin much is open. well man i get to bout 13th street as im headin to river road thats what comes after 1st street. anyway bout 13th street i reelize im gonna hafta crap more. now i no theres a gas stayshun down at river road so i aint all that worryed. until i get there. and you no what? they got a sine sayin 'no publick rest rooms'. now im in a shit load a trouble cause nothin is gonna be open til bout a mile down river road at the micky d's place. man that mile is ageny cause my ass cheeks are pinch shut titer then i dont no what. man when i hit old micky d's place i got into the crapper and my ass just asploded. i tell you guys waht its a good thing they had them industreal strength cammodes with the power flush man cause that bull was full and man i woodn't wanted to deel with that if it dint flush all down.
man i got 7 weeks to figger out how to change my crapper skedule or man this triathalon thing may just kill me.
few yeers back, I'ze at a diner for big egg and bakin breckfest got the craps real bad. I run to the bathroom and theyrs too crapper stahls. I no there's a bidness man in one 'cus I can see his pinstripe wul suit trowsers around his ankels---which was in some reel nice wingtip shoes.
Anyways, I goes to the uther crapper, which is unfortoonitly filled with them little, wormey-like turds, and man I mean FILLED. well, i just caint wait no more man, so i says a prayer and flushes the wormey-filled crapper, only they don't go down man, they go UP. they go outta the top of the crapper and start spreddin out across the tile floor. man that's when i notice the floor drain underneath that bidnessman's nice shoes an the hole floor is sloped to send evrything into that drain man.
so now we got 'march of the killer wormey turds' under the stall, attackin that poor fellers nice wuhl pants and wingtips, and i still got a ass full 'o shit man. so all's i can say is "sorry" and hightail it outta there man.
so thats my pooper story rite theyre man told in my best syndrome acksent man an its a tru story to man