Poop Thread

post every time you take a poop

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Thread of the year right here

 

throughout the years, i have watched this thread be worked on slowly and slowly, anticipating the day that it would see the public eye. well, that day has arrived. this is your magnum opus Zycerak

 

Just took the sharpest poop of my life.

 

im ok btw

 

Um

 

i am thee poop

 

POOP JOURNAL #1: As I made my commute to my classes today, I battled with the immense pains of a stummy ache. Some would shrug it off and tell me to “thug it out”, but the effects of a poor super bowl meal were starting to kick in. As I inched closer and closer to my schools transit center, I could just feel my bowels moving to the point where every step felt like I would burst at any moment. When I arrived, I promptly made my way to the university’s library where I just couldn’t bear the immense pain that Lord Zycerakus the First had forsaken upon me. As I inched closer and closer to the restroom, I could feel Lord Zycerakus’ wrath within me in the form of his voice. “I HATE Coager”, he said. Assuming this was a call to end coager, I quickly left the university library and booked a flight to Africa. With the help of Lord Zycerakus, we defeated the Coagga and spread peace throughout the land. “We did it, didn’t we GOAT”, I said. The lord smiled and said, “Yes we did, you can use the restroom now servant.” So in honor of my glorious, scrumptious, delicious, royal highness, I walked my way towards the big stall and unloaded. I can only describe this as a relief, as the large brown log had finally left my body. I made my way back to California where I was met with applause and a surprise from Eryp (the admin). “Because of your heroic contributions today, we have decided to make you the newest admin of Free Rider HD.” As I heard these words, my heart filled with every emotion possible to the point where I couldn’t accept it. “Give it to TPlacella, he deserves it more than me.” I said. As I walked into the sunset, I heard the fading noise of the Free Rider HD community chanting my name. Earth was saved.

 

took a FAT ol dookie today yall

 

Once upon a time, in the bustling city of Free Rider HD, there lived a mysterious figure known only as Zycerak. Despite his enigmatic presence, he was just like any other person, with his own daily routines and habits.

One crisp morning, as the sun began to peek over the horizon, Zycerak awoke from a restful slumber. Stretching his limbs and shaking off the remnants of sleep, he embarked on his usual morning ritual. After a hearty breakfast and a sip of his favorite dark roast coffee, he felt the familiar call of nature.

With a sigh, Zycerak made his way to the lavatory, where he engaged in a mundane yet necessary task: he pooped. It was a moment of pure relief, a bodily function that every human experienced but few discussed openly.

Emerging from the bathroom feeling refreshed and rejuvenated, Zycerak went about his day. Little did he know that this seemingly ordinary act would set off a chain of events that would change his life forever.

As Zycerak ventured out into the city streets, he noticed something peculiar. People were whispering, casting furtive glances in his direction, and some even seemed to be pointing at him. Bewildered, he tried to shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

But try as he might, Zycerak couldn't ignore the growing sense of curiosity that gnawed at him. What could possibly be causing such a stir? Was it something he had done, or perhaps something he had said?

Unable to resist the urge to unravel the mystery, Zycerak delved deeper into the heart of the city. Along the way, he encountered a colorful cast of characters: street performers, vendors hawking their wares, and even a stray cat that meowed plaintively as it darted across his path.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of wandering, Zycerak stumbled upon a bustling town square. There, in the center of it all, stood a makeshift stage adorned with colorful banners and twinkling fairy lights.

As he drew closer, Zycerak realized what all the fuss was about. A group of performers had gathered on stage, regaling the crowd with tales of bravery, adventure, and, much to his horror, bodily functions.

For there, in the center of it all, was a bard spinning a yarn about none other than Zycerak himself. With each exaggerated gesture and embellished detail, the bard painted a vivid portrait of the mysterious figure's morning ritual.

Embarrassment burned hot in Zycerak's cheeks as he listened to the crowd's raucous laughter. How could something so mundane become the subject of such public spectacle?

But as he stood there, feeling exposed and vulnerable, a strange sense of liberation washed over him. In that moment, Zycerak realized that it didn't matter what others thought of him or his bodily functions. He was simply a person, just like everyone else, navigating the ups and downs of life in his own unique way.

With a newfound sense of confidence, Zycerak stepped forward and joined in the laughter. And as the crowd cheered and applauded, he couldn't help but smile, knowing that he had faced his fears and emerged stronger than ever before.

From that day forward, Zycerak embraced his quirks and idiosyncrasies with pride, knowing that they were an integral part of what made him who he was. And as he journeyed through life, he did so with his head held high, ready to face whatever challenges came his way.

For Zycerak had learned the most important lesson of all: sometimes, the most ordinary moments could lead to the most extraordinary adventures.

 

AI generated posts are an insult to the hard-working forum posters who are actually making a difference in this community through sharing their authentic experiences and connecting with others.

 

its not ai generated. i hand wrote this with my trusty paper and quill

 

AI generating poop stories is crazy... anyways...
POOP JOURNAL #2: Today marked somewhat of a progression in my quest to conquer my stomachache. Going to school, I had felt no pain in my stummy until of course I arrived on campus. I couldn't believe it, what journey would I embark on today. No journey. I made my way to the restroom quickly, wiped down the toilet seat, put on a toilet seat cover, and took care of business. Today's first poop was very, very loose; so I knew I had a horrible day ahead of me. What could I have done to deserve this pain I said. At this point you're probably expecting me to write about some nerdy **** like "Lord Zycerakus the First" or something like that but today I want to write about how much I hate Canadian people. Ever since a young age, I've always despised the waste of space in North America we have called Canada. First and foremost, the people there are very nice. So nice that it's creepy. Secondly, they have Zycerak. I hate Zycerak. My second poop of the day was similar to my first, which happened right before my biology lab. I hate my biology lab the people in there are cool but I hate science. You know what else I hate? Canadians. You get the point. Today's poops were bad.

 

rayb shadow legends

 

This **** instead of my track...

 

hey guys!

having a generalized poop question, thought i would drop it here

whenever i poop, sometimes it comes out completely clean, no wiping necessary, and sometimes it comes out needing fifteen million bajillion squares!!! very annoying. especially when i’m at work! like, bowels, hello? i’m on the clock here!!

anywho. what should i do about this “poop”-suation? any dietary items i should include so i can poop on the go? thanks in advance!