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08-04-2003, 02:30 AM
The Perfect Dump.
Every once in a while, everyone experiences the perfect dump. It's rare
but a real thing of beauty. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you
get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with
the splashless grace of an Olympic high-diving champion. You use the
toilet tissue to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel
that all is right in the world and that you are in perfect harmony with it.
The Beer Dump.
Nasty! Depends upon the dumper's tolerance and is the result of too many
beers - doesn't matter if it was 2 or 22. What you get is a sinister,
lengthy noisy dump accompanied by an odious malevolent fog that could
close the bathroom for days. Naked flames are ill advised.....
The Chilli Dump (a.k.a. the Japanese Flag).
Hot when it goes in and napalm when it comes out. This dump makes the
bowl look like Hiroshima (after the bomb), it stays with you all day
stinging your ring and generally making your choccie starfish feel like
the Shuttle's heat shield. Also makes your arse look like "a Japanese
Flag".
The Empty Roll Dump.
Relief - you've finished and reach for the tissue only to find an empty
cardboard cylinder staring back at you. Panic overcomes you. You could use
the curtains but then someone would ask "where are the curtains?" Use the
rug? Nah, too bulky and cumbersome. You then come to the same conclusion
that every "empty roll dumper " must face.....pull up your kecks, tighten
your cheeks and shuffle yourself to the nearest loo roll. Failing that you
could always use your shirt-tail or one of your socks!
The Splash Back Dump.
This one drops like a depth charge creating a column of cold water that
washes your sphincter with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet
- and embarrassed if the column of water went half way up your back. Tip
of the day: blot instead of wiping.
The Childbirth Dump.
This one is just too big to go through the aperture provided by nature For
this purpose. You sit there thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts,
and then gets no better. You violently and wonder if you'll ever see
your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming "Man
dies trying to hatch monster loaf!" There are only three things you can do:
1. Scream
2. Call an Obstetrician
3. Hope to hell you've got some Vaseline to help you get through it.
The Machine Gun Dump.
Best utilised in public conveniences. You sit there in sublime peace when
suddenly you emit a series of noisy gaseous bursts that break the
tranquillity like machine gun fire. The guy in the next cubicle hits the
floor like a Vietnam veteran, cradling his umbrella like a M16....damn
commies.
The Sound Effect Dump.
You feel a noisy one coming on but relatives, friends or work mates are
within earshot. So, you must employ some clever techniques to cover the
disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is of the essence. At the
precise moment of release, try the following:
1. Flush the toilet.
2. Drop loose change on the floor.
3. Sing the first two stanzas of your favourite opera.
The Cling-On Dump.
You've finished but there's one damn morsel that refuses to drop. You grip
the seat with both hands and wriggle. You twist and pump but the little
ba***rd just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between
you and the water below. If only you had some scissors.......
The Whole Roll Dump.
No matter how much you wipe, it just isn't enough. You blow the whole roll
and have to flush at least a dozen times.
The Encore Dump.
Ahhh, you've done, so you wipe, dress, flush, wash hands and are about To
leave the auditorium when you feel another dump coming on. You must
therefore return for a curtain call. The world record is seven encores.....
(Thought to be held by an inhabitant of Leicestershire)
The Houdini Dump.
You go, you stand to flush and it has disappeared! Did it creep down the
pipe or did you dream the whole thing? Should you flush? Oh yes, as you
can guarantee that if you don't, it will reappear and smile at the next
person who comes in.
Every once in a while, everyone experiences the perfect dump. It's rare
but a real thing of beauty. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you
get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with
the splashless grace of an Olympic high-diving champion. You use the
toilet tissue to find that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel
that all is right in the world and that you are in perfect harmony with it.
The Beer Dump.
Nasty! Depends upon the dumper's tolerance and is the result of too many
beers - doesn't matter if it was 2 or 22. What you get is a sinister,
lengthy noisy dump accompanied by an odious malevolent fog that could
close the bathroom for days. Naked flames are ill advised.....
The Chilli Dump (a.k.a. the Japanese Flag).
Hot when it goes in and napalm when it comes out. This dump makes the
bowl look like Hiroshima (after the bomb), it stays with you all day
stinging your ring and generally making your choccie starfish feel like
the Shuttle's heat shield. Also makes your arse look like "a Japanese
Flag".
The Empty Roll Dump.
Relief - you've finished and reach for the tissue only to find an empty
cardboard cylinder staring back at you. Panic overcomes you. You could use
the curtains but then someone would ask "where are the curtains?" Use the
rug? Nah, too bulky and cumbersome. You then come to the same conclusion
that every "empty roll dumper " must face.....pull up your kecks, tighten
your cheeks and shuffle yourself to the nearest loo roll. Failing that you
could always use your shirt-tail or one of your socks!
The Splash Back Dump.
This one drops like a depth charge creating a column of cold water that
washes your sphincter with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet
- and embarrassed if the column of water went half way up your back. Tip
of the day: blot instead of wiping.
The Childbirth Dump.
This one is just too big to go through the aperture provided by nature For
this purpose. You sit there thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts,
and then gets no better. You violently and wonder if you'll ever see
your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming "Man
dies trying to hatch monster loaf!" There are only three things you can do:
1. Scream
2. Call an Obstetrician
3. Hope to hell you've got some Vaseline to help you get through it.
The Machine Gun Dump.
Best utilised in public conveniences. You sit there in sublime peace when
suddenly you emit a series of noisy gaseous bursts that break the
tranquillity like machine gun fire. The guy in the next cubicle hits the
floor like a Vietnam veteran, cradling his umbrella like a M16....damn
commies.
The Sound Effect Dump.
You feel a noisy one coming on but relatives, friends or work mates are
within earshot. So, you must employ some clever techniques to cover the
disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is of the essence. At the
precise moment of release, try the following:
1. Flush the toilet.
2. Drop loose change on the floor.
3. Sing the first two stanzas of your favourite opera.
The Cling-On Dump.
You've finished but there's one damn morsel that refuses to drop. You grip
the seat with both hands and wriggle. You twist and pump but the little
ba***rd just hangs there, suspended, clinging like a canned peach between
you and the water below. If only you had some scissors.......
The Whole Roll Dump.
No matter how much you wipe, it just isn't enough. You blow the whole roll
and have to flush at least a dozen times.
The Encore Dump.
Ahhh, you've done, so you wipe, dress, flush, wash hands and are about To
leave the auditorium when you feel another dump coming on. You must
therefore return for a curtain call. The world record is seven encores.....
(Thought to be held by an inhabitant of Leicestershire)
The Houdini Dump.
You go, you stand to flush and it has disappeared! Did it creep down the
pipe or did you dream the whole thing? Should you flush? Oh yes, as you
can guarantee that if you don't, it will reappear and smile at the next
person who comes in.