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xssve -> RE: Scat-ology (2/3/2012 7:24:35 AM)
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No, I'm not as enthusiastic about it as the OP either in fact I refuse to read it again to doublecheck, my only story is my first week or Treeplanting, which entails strapping 50 to 75 pounds of saplings to your waist, and walking 20 miles over rough ground while doing a deep knee bend every third step, from first light to last, day after day for Three months.
Anyway, you live on site, and that first week I was living under a piece of viscuene, in the Alabama rain in the middle of December. My partners, having had enough after the Third day, had taken off to New Orleans to do Mardi Gras, and left me with a hundred pound bag of brown rice and about 50 pounds of whole wheat pasta and 20 pounds of TVP we had procured previous to the journey.
It's hard work, and I was eating like a horse, but apparently not drinking enough water, and by the end of the week I was feeling a bit off and couldn't figure out why - until suddenly I felt the call and realized I hadn't crapped in a week.
So I ran off into the woods, dug a quick hole, dropped trou, and took the biggest shit of my life, not a turd, just a huge pile of loose shit (for the OP's approval), that just kept coming and coming, overflowing the hole by a good margin.
Not all that exciting a story, I just remember it because it was the first shit I'd ever taken in my life that I had to smoke a cigarette after. [:D]
I also felt light as a feather, I don't think my feet touched the ground on the way back to camp.
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