Having to shit while CD/Book shopping
 

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This topic was hit on the "scat" topic earlier and figured it needed to have it's own topic.

Why is it that EVERYTIME I got CD or book shopping, I have to take a shit after flipping through 4-5 CDs/books? At first I thought it was nervous anxiety, but after about 5 years of going through this, I just ran with it....

Any medical professionals care to elaborate, or anyone else have to shit immediately after entering Best Buy???
:moon

Just dont forget your cam... while running to the toilet, or just shit on your girl, you know, like we all do ...

Would that be considered a bookstore Cleaveland Steamer!??

mrbandwidth - your shit obsessed! =p get help!

For some reason, I got caught up in the topic...personally, I think poo stories are the funniest things to talk about on the planet...seriously though, I should get help...

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each to his own :glugglug

Whenever I sit down at the computer I have to take a piss. If I go watch TV, the urge will go away, but the minute I get to the computer it comes right back. I should put a bucket by the computer to piss in.

Well, then you have to smell your own piss until you dump out the bucket...bad move.

Here's a poo story for all of you...

A friend of mine had a anxiety problem...he was always the jumpy type...but as he matured it turned into a mild psychosis.

Anyway we were on a trip somewhere, to go ride dirt bikes...the trip's duration was such that we had lapsed into that long stretch of silence that occurs after several hours in the car...

Well I noticed him shifting in his seat right about the same time an odd odor filled the truck.

We were out in the middle of nowhere and I took it for "Dairy Air" or those wonderful slaughterhouse smells...

soon after I rolled down the window he turned to me and said, "I did it!" as if he'd solved a riddle that'd been bothering him.

It turn into a long conversation so I'll paraphrase.

My friend's unique condition, the anxiety, was accompanied with the overwhelming need to shit...a very urgent need.

This feeling only served to increase his anxiety because he said this feeling could be so intense that he could not get up while sitting or walk while standing.

While we were in the car he was becoming anxious and the urge to breed chocolate sharks come over him...he became more anxious and a vicious circle ensued...

during the hour in which he debated asking me to pull over, and the severity of his need to shit...he arrived at this hypothesis.

What if his anxiety produced a mental tenseness that manifested itself in an urge to shit and by simply relaxing and "Letting Go" he would lose the feeling and not shit himself.

He decided that he would take his mental theory onestep further...and test it...well turns out he shit himself and the truck was filling with the overwhelming stench of a used supersized big mac meal.

But there was good to come of it yet...turns out that crapping his pants wasn't the horrible experience he'd always dreamed it to be...it was so liberating in fact he went so far as to proclaim he enjoyed it...and to this day he's not had another anxiety attack since...he just says to himself..."I'll just crap in my pants fuckit!"
and the feeling passes.

What did you do with the truck??? :1orglaugh

He washed his ass and pants in a nearby creek while I threw rocks...

i am the same way, Bookstores or Swimming Pools

Swimming pools?!? That's nasty!