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The scenario: Married for 20 years, divorced for 5. Dropped kids off at her house at 5:15. I live 20 minutes away. Walk up to the door with kids, politely ask if I can use the bathroom ("I need to take a shit", to be precise). My ex tells me no and says that "there is a Jitney Junior around the corner". She seemingly is concerned that my shit aroma will interfere with her dinner date with the new boyfriend, scheduled toarrive at 6. I say "really" then hug and kiss kids get in truck to head home. After about 5 miles, I shit on the side of I55.
I anticipate needing to shit again when dropping off kids. Any advice?
Last edited by OldFatDog; 02-07-2013 at 11:28 PM.
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In before the lock. I lost you after "this seemed like the place to go for help"
Adult diapers.
In. 17ing. Tents.
ETA: Please don't lock this. It could get good.
Next time don't take no for an answer.
"I need to take a shit" is not politely asking if you can use the bathroom. Could be your problem.
Also, next time just tell her you need to pee, then take a dump. Don't flush.
Do the peepee dance and say you have to pee and then shit anyway.
Shit in one hand and wish in the other?
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Last edited by PBRME; 02-07-2013 at 11:40 PM.
Pics of the ex or this didn't happen.
Fan17ingtastic
Tell her you need to piss next time and hope for a speed shit. Bring flushable asswipes with you so that you don't need to spend time on the paperwork. Plus every day is a good day with ass wipes. Don't leave home without them.
Last edited by DerHntr; 02-07-2013 at 11:41 PM.
DawgatAuburn, you make a good point. Though, we have always had very relaxed shitting at the ex's home policies. The casual approach has been our practice.
Fill the kids bellies with lots of taco bell 30 minutes before arrival next time. They all will have to shit soon after you drop them off. Make it a fun contest to see who can eat the most tacos for $20.
I don't know squat about posting pictures so let's go with this. Picture a young Heather Locklear. Imagine her gettin a little old but still hot enough to make millions of dollars. Picture her mansion. Picture the second best looking maid working inside the mansion. And I think you have it.
Holy shit. I'm losing it. I haven't laughed this hard in a long, long time.
Post of the decade. Haven't laughed this hard in a while.
Next time you head her way...
A) give me a call, I'll ride with you
B) give me enough notice so I can knock out a bowl of lucky charms and a cup of yogurt
C) ill happily drop a bucket of chum in her pot for you
D) rinse and repeat when needed
I'm here for you bud
The board could have used this post about a week ago.
Slow clap, sir.
Don't do it. You remember what happened to the guy who was poo-poo'n in Jurassic Park? I imagine it would go something like that if you were caught makin a dookie stink.
Second nomination for SPS remembers.
So when you say drop off the kids, you had a double meaning?
"At South Panola we still honor what the word commitment means"-Lance Pogue
Next time take a brown paper sack with you. Stop down the street from her house and shit in the bag before you get there. When you go to the door, hand her the bag with the top folded down and hand it to her saying, "This is the rest of my shit you were to get in the divorce." Turn and walk away.
Goddamn, dude. Your shit stinks for 45 minutes?
I would actually light it on fire.
"Don't put it out with your boots Ted"
I had to stop reading half way through and go take a shit. Gotta love an iPad!
Last edited by Dawgbite; 02-08-2013 at 08:12 AM.