OT- Strangest Place You've Pooped

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Mine involves cocaine, a drug deal, and a rose bush...

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go on...

Shitting off a balcony is oddly satisfying, I'll say that much.

Does shart count?

What I feel like is irrelevant. I am win.

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Binged up on an eigth of the good yay, took off with two girls and their stash to hit up an after party with The Hazies, a Tampa band that would crash with me when passing through. Their shite was cut up to frick and back with some lax, and while waiting for them to buy some more of that rotten shite, my stomach kicked up a knot. I couldn't wait. I couldn't go into the house, so I shuffled around back and squatted behind the only thing that I could find: a rose bush. No paper, no nothing. Took off a sock, wiped that arse, tossed the sock, and walked around front. I'm sure the tenent got a kick out of the shitty sock and the steaming pile I left there, beneath his bush. He is probably still telling people about a dog that shits and wipes its arse with socks...

I was a boy scout, and in high school I went on an extended backpacking trip in the New Mexico rockies. Many of the campsites had their own outhouses, but many did not. In cases of the latter, there would be a plywood box over a hole in the ground nearby (usually in a secluded area). The top of the box had a hole in it like a toilet seat, which was covered by another piece of plywood attached to the box by a couple door hinges. Very primitive.

Also interesting was the fact that these boxes came in a few varieties. The "Solo" was exactly what it sounds like and what i described above. "Pilot and Bombardier" was a double, with the seats back-to-back. The "Pilot and Copilot" version was also a double, but the seats were side by side facing the same direction.

Anyway, one night we camped on top of a mountain and got up before dawn to get on the trail. There I shat, flying solo in the dark and freezing cold, when the sun started coming up over the mountain across the valley. I was treated to one of the most beautiful views I have ever seen, and I had never felt so connected to nature. It was nothing short of a religious experience.

On a lighter note, another day during the trip one of my buddies and I were going "pilot and copilot" on a box that sort-of overlooked the trail. Lo and behold, a venture crew (co ed) hikes by down the hill beneath us. Of course we had to get there attention, so we yell and wave until they see us. Unfortunately we never ran into them on the trail, but we had them in hysterics.