The mysterious powers at work in the Poo Shoes incident have never been identified.
The original thread describing the terrible events is here:
by Anonymous | reply 1 | June 26, 2016 2:51 AM |
My clicking Kirstie Alley and seeing her as the forerunner was the biggest lol moment I've had in a while. Thanks, Datalounge!
by Anonymous | reply 2 | June 26, 2016 3:01 AM |
I just click Kirstie but now that MTF Amal is favoured.
by Anonymous | reply 3 | June 26, 2016 3:36 AM |
After all the nasty, vile lies that Poo Shoes has spread about Amal, I can hardly blame her for flinging some poo.
by Anonymous | reply 4 | June 26, 2016 4:03 AM |
Ballet Fart Flats
Cocky-Doody Crocs
Loose Loafers
Merde Mules
Gotta Go-Go Boots
Clogged Clog
by Anonymous | reply 6 | June 26, 2016 5:14 AM |
Smellyspadrilles
by Anonymous | reply 7 | June 26, 2016 5:14 AM |
Nancy "Boots" Sinatra has nothing to say about this?
by Anonymous | reply 8 | June 26, 2016 5:18 AM |
I say it was the seafood buffet she sucked down that afternoon. DNA tests will prove beyond a doubt that the offending ordure belonged to none other than Witchiepooshoes herself!!
by Anonymous | reply 9 | June 26, 2016 5:53 AM |
Attending an event at DataLounge Baked Potato Bar & Dungeon, I needed to use the Eldergay Memorial powder room. In the middle of checking my Grindr profile whilst on the toilet, I saw a huge flood of BERNIE BRO FECES flooding my stall from the one next to it. My brand new Satin VANS and large man bag from Zazzle were immediately covered in the Commie poop. I finished as quickly as possible and went to the bathroom sink, which I scoured thoroughly with Purell hand sanitizer The smell was horrid, just horrid! I told the deluded, straight fraucunt housekeeper what had happened. She yelled at me in front of the other trolls that I should have inspected the stall and posted a pic for my Tasteful Friends before using it. She didn't care that the flood of Marxshit happened after I was using the toilet. She ignored my request for help in cleaning my shoes and man bag. I had to stand in my anklet athletic socks on the restroom floor, and clean someone else's Bropoop off of my things. I had no choice but to wear the shoes out of the restroom, and carry the man bag. I then called for a shift manager. After a long wait, Drumpf himself finally showed up. His response? He didn't see any blood coming from my whatever, so he couldn't help me.
I would be happy to take participate in a multi-choice poll to prove that what I'm saying is 100% true and accurate.
by Anonymous | reply 10 | June 26, 2016 5:53 AM |
I had nothing to do with this. I swear.
by Anonymous | reply 11 | June 26, 2016 5:56 PM |
R10 Are you by any chance our clever Official Data Lounge scent creator? Either way you are very, very funny.
by Anonymous | reply 12 | June 29, 2016 9:16 AM |
by Anonymous | reply 13 | December 16, 2019 2:37 AM |
I've always strongly suspected based on the fecal splatter pattern, that it was Poo Shoes herself.
by Anonymous | reply 14 | December 16, 2019 3:04 AM |