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.
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 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 they 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 EFFECTS 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-POTTY 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. Hop in the shower.
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.
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