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Couldn't make it from the garage, over two dog gates and up one long flight of stairs...
My favorite pair of boxers now look like surrealistic liquid poo art
Can they be saved or is it required form that they be incased in lead an buried at the nearest nuclear dumpsite?
Well they are your favorite pair of boxers, keep em. Just wash em
I second that.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tuckerman
In some circles, shatting yourself would be the height of embarassment.
But here in maggotland, it gets a WWMD and I bet Keoni is one proud, poop splattered, dude. :yourock:
I actually had to pretend I was a Mormon and wear them into the shower prior to removal
Don't wash! I'm sure that if you fold or scrunch said soiled shorts just right, the image of the Virgin Mary holding Baby Jesus will reveal itself and then you can put the shorts up on e-bay and make $$$.
From the emaculate bunghole of Keoni, or something like that...
throw those shitty drawers out!
Wash them. Man, if I had a nickle for every time I've shat my drawers.....
Was it just a little squirt, or a whole trouserload of poo?
Sounds like you already took care of it, but the little squirt gets washed, the trouserload goes in the can.
May I ask what you ate?
Ya know, I've only had this problem from some nasty untreated Kenyan water and a combo of food poisoning and heat stroke in Arizona.
Maybe you need to work on those pelvic floor muscles... it's not just for women anymore.
Laundry advice:
Since you rinsed them in the shower, add a cap full of bleach and two tablespoons of baking soda to your detergent. Bleach kills germs and baking soda removes funky odors.
Mmmmmmm...bush water.
Never heard it called that before.
Aw shit. Should have seen that one. (going back to edit)
Usually I don't get sick on your version, though.
Page Rontele, he'll know exactly what call to make.
one time I had this really complicated set of carburetors pulled apart on my lap and I knew if I took a shat break I wouldn't remember what was what so I just had to let 'er go. I figured my pants were cheaper than the carbs.
hoorah.
I'm guessing the culprit might have been the sausage on last nights pizza. There is sort of an image on them that resembles the profile of Kenneth Lay though. Maybe I could mail them to.....ah, nevermind
And the whole point of the post preservation quote is made known, yet again. :cussing: :cussing: :cussing: :cussing:Quote:
Originally Posted by bklyntrayc
only logical response, but loic dont get much traction here in magion landQuote:
Originally Posted by Cornholio
This reminds me of a training run a few weeks ago. Just a local club out for a nice run to view a part of a marathon course. Gal ahead of us, fills her running shorts, some of course escapes, we dodge the droppings and move on past her. Now keep in mind we're realitively close to the hotel everyone is staying at so it would have been easy to just scoot in and clean up. Also, this was just a training run, not a Boston Qualifer. So what did she do, FINISHED THE RUN!! Now I'm a committed runner, and I fully understand the drive it takes, but you shit yourself on a training run, It's GAME OVER in my book.
As for your favorite boxers, I'm afraid I'd toss 'em. I had a similar experience on a hunting trip and made the executive decision that it was better to get rid of them. Perhaps that's just me.
Good Luck,
Jay
Just turn 'em inside out, they won't need washing for another week.Quote:
Originally Posted by Keoni
bury them in consecrated ground and salt the earth so nothing will grow there.
i guess your drive isnt as strong as hers.Quote:
Originally Posted by mnflyfish
I really havent done this but I would throw them out if it were me.
Could have been worse . . .
It could have been a horrific bungee jumping accident
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If your out hunting why not just drop trou and unload? Also it's his <bold>favorite pair of boxers.</bold>Quote:
Originally Posted by mnflyfish
1. 8.5 x 11 manilla envelope
2. Address of someone you don't like
3. Postage
4. Problem solved
even better....inter office mail to the cubicle next to yours.
wash them alone
if stains remain, toss 'em; if they don't keep 'em
On the rare occasion that I am a victim of forsaid calamity (see foreign water: bklyntrayc)...They go straight to the curb trash can.
Just pick out the corn and keep on runnin'
What about the peanuts?Quote:
Originally Posted by Geoff
chew better