Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the pink panther, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was cause i really had to poop.
and just to beat you all to it, I realize you can change the end of the story to make all kind of funny scenarios with various people and things in my butt.
Bookstores and record stores always make me have to go.
ai I said in the other thread...It feels like everytime I go digging I got to deuce. It's because I miss my window because I'm driving to the spot early and the coffee doesn't help.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the pink panther, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was a metaphor for life.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the pink panther, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was gary coleman.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the pink panther, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was brazillian rares.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the Bill Laswell sized, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was really Bill Laswell.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the pink panther, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was M. Night Shyamalan or was it??
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking the Biz markie, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was actually more like the size of Spoonie gee.
Im glad someone brought up turds in the chamber, because about a month ago, I had this dream that I was smuggling a diamond by hiding it in my butt. And I dont, mean a little diamond I'm talking AYO, you know. And when I woke up, i realized it was just R*cka*el*c.
This never fails. EVERY single time I go into a music store (cd or record store), I have to go to the restroom? WTF!? I don't have to be squatting, I'm just going through bins and all of a sudden the f*ckin turtle head is coming out.
At the now defunct Connoisseur Records in Dallas dude wouldn't let you drop bombs in the shop. You'd ask to use the restroom and he'd ask "#1 or #2?" He'd also verbally abuse his wife the whole time you were in there and tell you how lucky you were that he even let you in the shop. Oh and he'd sell you Pad Out by the Unknown on OA for $8.
I kinda gotta blowup handicap stall now that I think about it.
I hate digging when the cosby kids are hanging there heads out the window on the way to the pool.
no, but seriously. there's something about record stores that makes me have to chunk up the deuce. i think i immediately get stressed knowing that there either is no bathroom to use, or the bathroom is going to be completely gross.
anyone have any good/bad record store bathroom stories?
I once went to a record store on a sunday afternoon after a night of heavy beer drinking. They let me use the toilet and I seriously stunk up the place.
This post is great and I recognize all of the things said here. Stores you have never been to before are the worst. You walk in and once you realize there's good stuff to be found and you get all psyched the alarmbell goes off. More than once I had to take a run to the nearest bar. These days however, I have got it all under controll.
I will always consider that one dude to took a shit in the corner of the record store a hero.
damn, why can I never remember who that was???
I thought the dude just drained one. Hmmmm. It was a good story though. Dude was afraid to leave the store because the owner would close up shop as soon as he left.
it's because you are getting excited... so record shows are even worse.
it was much worse when i was younger. cause i got excited about every dumb record store i went to. it all happens unconsciously though. you can be all cool on the outside, but inside, something will push a turd totally out of nowhere.
the worst situation is i see a new record dealer at the local flea market. that's always a big surprise. REALLY big!!!
it's because you are getting excited... so record shows are even worse.
After a big night of drinking there is nothing like dropping some beer farts on some unsuspecting record show patrons. Most of the dealers and collectors don't smell much better, so it's super easy to get away with. The drill goes dig, dig, dig, fart, wait, wait, move two or three tables down. (the wait is key cause you don't want it to follow you!)
it's because you are getting excited... so record shows are even worse.
After a big night of drinking there is nothing like dropping some beer farts on some unsuspecting record show patrons. Most of the dealers and collectors don't smell much better, so it's super easy to get away with. The drill goes dig, dig, dig, fart, wait, wait, move two or three tables down. (the wait is key cause you don't want it to follow you!)
I'm going to put this into practice. Folks will loathe me tomorrow morning.
it's because you are getting excited... so record shows are even worse.
After a big night of drinking there is nothing like dropping some beer farts on some unsuspecting record show patrons. Most of the dealers and collectors don't smell much better, so it's super easy to get away with. The drill goes dig, dig, dig, fart, wait, wait, move two or three tables down. (the wait is key cause you don't want it to follow you!)
I'm going to put this into practice. Folks will loathe me tomorrow morning.
I'm telling you people will barely notice, between the musty smell of the records, and the BO from the Beatles and Psych collectors, your farts will just add to the stinky stew that is the record show.
Is there a show at the Ukranian Hall in Van City this Sunday? I've come up big at that one, I wish I could go.
I gambled and lost once while knee deep in some water damaged Mitch millers. I thought I could smell a Bluenote. But it was, well, something else (no cannonball).
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and just to beat you all to it, I realize you can change the end of the story to make all kind of funny scenarios with various people and things in my butt.
yeah i hate it...sometimes when you're squating and looking through some heat you realize "wow...i may have just streaked myself"
what's worse is having to take a piss while deejaying.
"Wow ! that deejay is really into the music look how much he's dancing
Anybody "gamble and loose" recentley?
ai I said in the other thread...It feels like everytime I go digging I got to deuce. It's because I miss my window because I'm driving to the spot early and the coffee doesn't help.
That is really weird because when ever my wife goes into a big store, like a mall or department store, best buy, etc. she immediately has to go.
- spidey
This never fails. EVERY single time I go into a music store (cd or record store), I have to go to the restroom? WTF!? I don't have to be squatting, I'm just going through bins and all of a sudden the f*ckin turtle head is coming out.
Great post btw...
damn, why can I never remember who that was???
I kinda gotta blowup handicap stall now that I think about it.
cock-snot!!!!
no, but seriously. there's something about record stores that makes me have to chunk up the deuce. i think i immediately get stressed knowing that there either is no bathroom to use, or the bathroom is going to be completely gross.
anyone have any good/bad record store bathroom stories?
This post is great and I recognize all of the things said here. Stores you have never been to before are the worst. You walk in and once you realize there's good stuff to be found and you get all psyched the alarmbell goes off.
More than once I had to take a run to the nearest bar.
These days however, I have got it all under controll.
I thought the dude just drained one. Hmmmm. It was a good story though. Dude was afraid to leave the store because the owner would close up shop as soon as he left.
Do these SS greatest hits exist anywhere?
Hunger, the doo doo, whatever, it all just doesn't occur to me.
At a record show I could have gotten no sleep the night before, had no breakfast, and drank a quart of water and I can just KEEP GOING.
it was much worse when i was younger. cause i got excited about every dumb record store i went to. it all happens unconsciously though. you can be all cool on the outside, but inside, something will push a turd totally out of nowhere.
the worst situation is i see a new record dealer at the local flea market. that's always a big surprise. REALLY big!!!
You machine.
I lost many a raer at fairs due to toiletbraeks. Sneaky collectors target my moments of weakness.
- J
LOL!!
After a big night of drinking there is nothing like dropping some beer farts
on some unsuspecting record show patrons. Most of the dealers and collectors
don't smell much better, so it's super easy to get away with.
The drill goes dig, dig, dig, fart, wait, wait, move two or three tables down.
(the wait is key cause you don't want it to follow you!)
I'm telling you people will barely notice, between the musty smell of the records, and
the BO from the Beatles and Psych collectors, your farts will just add to the stinky stew
that is the record show.
Is there a show at the Ukranian Hall in Van City this Sunday?
I've come up big at that one, I wish I could go.