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A truly menacing shit...
This thread was inspired by another comment elsewhere on GFY and it set me thinking...
Once in the early 90s, when I was hospitalised due to mental illness, they wouldn't allow me to leave the room to visit the toilet and insisted I used a mobile commode that the placed in my room.
I wasn't happy but I did use it, and when I looked at it, it was about the size of a toad and it was pulsating and throbbing. It was also glimmering and shimmering with a strange bright aura surrounding it. While I didn't mind the smell I found its mear presence and appearance to be somewhat threatening to me, because even after it was covered with toilet paper, I could still see it moving about underneath.
I called for a nurse to remove the commode but no one came. Fearing for my life I took matters into my own hands and opened the door and I heroically kicked the commode (it was on wheels) through it with all my might... It sped across the corridor, hit the wall and overturned. I slammed the door and once again felt safe.
So my question is, have you ever had a "Truly menacing shit" and if so, what were the circumstances?
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