Self Mock #6: Really Big Poo

2009 November 10
by mockers

dumpIt’s all bullshit.  Seriously.  A guy can hardly swing a dead cat these days without hitting some story about how the human body is some amazing freaking machine.  In fact, when I googled the phrase, “The human body is an amazing machine.”  I got 24,300 results…everything from some kid that claims he played Hal0 2 for 27 hours straight and only went to the bathroom three times to that scientist that’s always claiming that the brain can perform thousands of functions simultaneously. If I ever run into that guy, I’m going to ask him why my body is capable of performing these thousands of functions, but when it comes to poo, it can’t seem to keep from attempting to pass something the size and consistency of your average brick through something that’s roughly the diameter of a walnut.

He’s  extremely likely to give me some condescending lecture about my “food choices” and my “lifestyle”, but I know that’s a load of bunk.  I would happily trade in a few hundred brain functions if my internal control panel could somehow recall the total elastic capacity of my interior sphincter before the waste reaches my rectum.  I know it’s an unpleasant subject, but what can I say?  Today’s a day for unpleasant subjects, I guess.

So anyway, I was getting ready to go into class tonight when I felt my stomach grumble a little bit.  I decided to “sit down and think” for a couple of minutes before class so I might have a couple of new places to store all this new knowledge.  I got down to business and after a couple of unremarkable events, something gigantic slammed into the “exit door” like so many William “the Refrigerator” Perrys slamming into the backs of the 1985 Bears’ offensive linemen.  The pain as my skin began to stretch to homosexual proportions caused me to jump a little bit as I tried to remember exactly when I had eaten a cue ball.  I thought about all the beer and coffee that I’d had in the past few days and figured I should have been fine.  Then I remembered the pizza from last night…oh sweet merciful Jesus…all that cheese.

It was like I was attempting to move some extra large couch into a dorm room by myself.  I was halfway in and I couldn’t figure out how to get through the door and I also could no longer figure out how to abort the mission and get back where I came from.  I suddenly thought of my great-grandmother who always said that, “God never gives you more than you can handle.”  I quickly decided that, despite the fact that this is probably not what she meant,  gramma’s advice had  proven to be technically incorrect.

I thought that I could probably push it through, but I knew that it would hurt like a bitch.  I was also considering various scenarios that I might use to explain away the ass-blood on my khakis and my inability to walk properly.  Some of these people were mere months away from being referred to as “doctor”, they certainly weren’t going to buy some cockamamie ass-blood fairy tale.

I considered taking my briefcase off the hook on the back of the door where I had hung it before I sat down to do my business and taking out a pen with which I might perform an emergency episiotomy.  Unfortunately, I had too many ribs that prevented me from bending into the required position for such a procedure.  I also lacked the necessary mirror, which would have probably put me into therapy if I had seen the torture that my “amazing machine” of a body was putting me through.

Like John Holmes on prom night, I went very slowly and coaxed the gigantism-inflicted waste out of my body –  centimeter by painful centimeter.  I hobbled on to class swearing that I would never eat cheese pizza again.

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8 Responses leave one →
  1. 2009 November 10


  2. 2009 November 10
    WB in OH permalink

    More fiber my friend, more fiber. Just try not to over do it. The world doesn’t need another power blaster who splatters crap to within a quarter inch of the top of the bowl.

  3. 2009 November 10

    Eat more fiber…

  4. 2009 November 10
    Limey permalink

    The nomenclature of pooping refers to the “half in, half out poop” as a Turtle’s Head.

  5. 2009 November 10

    You might want to look into Miralax (it’s OTC). I hate to divulge this info, but we went through something similar with our son. Miralax and regularly scheduled BMs have made his life much easier! 🙂

  6. 2009 November 11
    Vicki permalink

    The HOLY SHIT! comment made me snicker/snort.

  7. 2009 November 12
    Ron from Niagara permalink

    Ok, I’ve been in a funk for a few weeks now and decided to rediscover my old web page friend at the wsvr and forgot about metten. I laughed more in the past 5 minutes reading this post then I have in the past 3 months. A weary traveler thanks you

  8. 2009 November 13
    Buck permalink

    Or, you could do like Jeff’s sister-in-law Nancy and get a spoon to “pull it out”. Sweet Merciful Jesus.

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