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Viewed: 262The Beer Dump -- Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the
dumper's tolerance, the beer dump is the end result of too many
beers. it could have been 2 or 22, it doesn't matter. What you get
is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied by a malevolent fog
that could close a bathroom for days.
The Chili Dump - Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it
leaves. The chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush
feel like a heat shield.
The Cable Dump -- Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of
E13 telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like
a friendly serpent. You wonder admiringly, ''DID I DO THAT? Where
did it come from?'' you leave the bathroom pleased with yourself.
The Latrine Dump -- In case you didn't know, a latrine is a hole in
the ground with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and
flies go to dump. Tip: Don't ever, ever look in the hole.
The Mona Lisa Dump -- This is the masterpiece of dumps. It's as
perfectly formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with
intricacies that would make da Vinci weep. And just think, you made
it yourself. You may even want to break out the Polaroid, but maybe
that's going a bit too far.
The Empty Roll Dump - You're done...you reach for the toilet paper
only to discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins
coldly in your throat. You could use the curtains...no, someone
would say ''Where are the curtains?'' Then what would you say? The
rug?...too cumbersome. Then you must come to the same conclusion
that every ''empty roll dumper'' must face...Pull up your slacks,
tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll.
The Splash-Back Dump - You send the dump on its way, it drops like
a depth charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water
that washes your bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now
you're wet and embarrassed. Tip: Blot instead of wiping.
The Aborted Dump - You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What
do you do? ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest
for later. It isn't pretty, but you've gotta do what you gotta do.
The Alfresco Dump -- Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to
time. This can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open
air, the nature, and a good bush all contribute to the peaceful
ambiance that our primitive forefathers must have enjoyed. What can
screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of Brownies or a
patch of poison ivy.
The Childbirth Dump -- This is a dump that is simply too big to go
through the aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit
there, thinking over your dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn't
going to get any better. You wonder if you'll ever see your loved
ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines screaming ''Man
dies trying to hatch monster loaf.'' You realize you'll have to
resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically
there are only three things you can do: Scream, call an
Obstetrician, or just hope like hell have enough Vaseline to get
you through it.
The Tijuana Trot Dump -- The phrase ''Shit Happens'' really applies
here in a big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes
contact with your lower intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the
next 72 hours you'd be better off if you carried your own portable
toilet with you because you will spend most of that time on the pot
and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you realize why
Mexico never had a navy.
The Machine Gun Dump -- You're just sitting there in a state of
sublime peace when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy
bursts that break the silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the
next stall hits the floor like a combat veteran, cradling his
umbrella like an M16 and shrieking something about damn
Commies.
The Sound Effect Dump -- You feel a noisy one coming on. 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 obviously very important here. At the precise
moment of release, try the following sound effects: flush the
toilet, sing the first two stanzas of your national anthem, or drop
a handful of quarters on the floor
The Security Dump -- You have enough on your mind when you're in
the bathroom without worrying about a lockless door and someone
bursting in to find you in mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent
this embarrassing spectacle from taking place? One way is to
strategically place your foot against the door. If you can't reach
to do this... hum loudly.
The Cling-On Dump -- For the most part you've completed your dump,
but there's one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You're
getting impatient. Someone else wants to use your stall. So, you
grip the seat with both hands and wriggle, twist and pump but that
last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended, clinging
like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the
person pounding impatiently on the door has scissors.
The Houdini Dump -- You go, then you stand up to flush, and the
darn thing has disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the
pipe? Did you dream the whole thing? Is it lurking out of sight?
Should you wipe...maybe you should just to make sure you went.
Should you flush? You'd better, because if you don't, you know it
will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in.
The Flu Dump -- You feel so bad that you don't know which end of
you to put down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down.
Then a wave of nausea rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand
up and cramps squeeze your intestines like a vice so you sit down
again...up down up down. Don't you wish Mom were close by?
The Porta-Pottie Dump -- Construction workers and outdoor concert
goers will tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best
description would be, It's like taking a shit in an upright
coffin. It's claustrophobic and it smells bad... best
advice... go in a paper cup.
The Proctologist Dump -- In the beginning, the Lord created the
earth, the sky and the firmament, but I hope he didn't create this
dump, because there is nothing biblical about it -- you run out of
gas. That's right, you run out of propulsion. The dump is right
there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go any further. You
grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a lump
of lead. You've only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the
damn thing back up your intestine and wait until next time. The
other is to pretend you're a proctologist and go after it yourself.
Not a pretty picture is it??
The Whole Roll Dump -- No matter how much you wipe, it doesn't seem
to be enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25
times too. The whole episode is consumer waste.
The Graffiti Dump -- You flush the dump and the swirling motion of
the receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides,
scraping a creative squiggle on its way down. You flush again but
the curlicue hangs there...love it or leave it. Its your choice.
The Encore Dump - Ahhhh, you're done, so you wipe, put yourself
together, wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when
you feel another dump coming. You have to return for a curtain
call. The world's record is seven encores.
The Born Again Dump - This is a dump that's going so badly, you say
Lord, if I live through this, I'll take up religion.
You always get through it, but seldom keep the promise you made in
desperation, because a born again dump is like childbirth... you
forget the pain quickly.
