The Perfect Dump -
Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect dump, it's rare, but a thing
of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting the worst, but what you get is a
smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that breaks the water with the splashless grace
of an expert diver. But that's not the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find
that it was totally unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you
are in perfect harmony with it.

The 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. 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 Caesarian Dump -
Pain, that's what this dump and childbirth have in common. Its simply a case of too much
dump trying to go through too small a hole, and there's no obstetrician to help.

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
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...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
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, "Its like taking a shit in an upright coffin". Its 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. It's 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.

My old roommate in college used to take up the bathroom every morning for like an hour and a half. He'd shit, shower, shave...and then gaze at himself in the mirror. Every morning, like clockwork I had to go. I strained to keep myself together, eventually I grabbed an empty Wal-Mart bag and squatted in the laundry room. I wiped with some dryer sheets; I don't quite remember what I did with the bag though.

I wonder who found that bag. Yum! It reminds me of a time when I was still working at Rowland's and my boss jokingly told me he was gonna have to have a stool sample from me after I had called in sick for like three days straight. When I got back to work, I took a dump in a hot dog box and drew a little picture of a turd with a top hat and cane like Mr. Peanut on it, taped the dude shut and handed it in. He shook it a bit, not totally convinced that there was indeed a grogan therein, but he did not open it either. I wish he had. Another time at the same job, I took a huge crap in the toilet so big that it was sticking out of the water. I jumped outside the bathroom real quick like and grabbed a nice, long cigarette butt from an ashtray, and stuck it in the poo poo like someone put it out on the log. The next person in the dunny was the general manger of the co., and it was said that, after he lifted the lid to find my fecal treasure, all he could say was "Who would do something like that?" over and over. Do you remember these old times, Lobo? It was also a lot of fun to crap in that toilet and then squirt copious amounts of vampire blood into the bowl and onto wads of toilet paper.... ah, those were good days..... How many of you can say that you had your boss hold one of your turds in his hand?

Kill Alan??? Who would want to do that?

You've got me rolling foodstamps...not in shit, just on the floor...but thats some funny shit...pun intended