Smelling shit in uncommon places.

I guy one asked me for direction on the street. Unbeknownst to him he had put his backpack in shit. I was wondering what the fuck the smell was and I saw that the edge of his backpack was covered in shit the consistency of chocolate pudding. To this day the memory makes me gag.

Scat thread!

To the Scat Troll there is no uncommon place.

Every day.

It’s always your shoe.

OP, that's an amusing story. I have a huge country yard with dogs, cats, chickens, and wildlife will leave droppings, and I sometimes don't realize a shoe has been soiled until I am back inside. Thus, I keep a pair of old, work shoes on the porch and wear them in risky parts of the yard. Scrapping dog poo off good shoes is not a delightful endeavor.

I hope you made the Scat Troll cum, so we can close this thread, r6.

The Chipotle near us always smelled like sewage. At one time they made the employees wear shirts that said things like “I made the guacamole today” on the back. We used to joke that we wished there was one with “I cleaned the toilet today” written on it. To this day we call the place Shitpotle.

The foul smell comes out of your mouth and that's an early warning sign of colorectal cancer, OP. Make the most out if your sad, final days now

RiP. BYEEEEEEE!

R7 I suppose you are correct, given how the topic was strangely introduced. I first took it about accidently stepping in dog poo.

[quote]OP, that's an amusing story.

For me to poop on!

Once in the frozen food aisle of the local supermarket. No idea where it came from.

Does posting these shitty topics arouse you, OP? Does your life revolve around shit? Is your life complete shit, and does that get you off?

Just for you, Op: Shit, shit, shit, shitty shit, poop, stink, fart, dirty hole, toilet bowl, get your head out of your ass, dumbshit!

I am female and in Jr High in the 70s I went to a new strict POSH school - full of mean girls and jocks. I felt sort of like “Carrie” at this school. Home room was in the main room and our lockers were inside this main room. My mom had started a new job and my dad would drop me and my nerdy friend Anne at school each morning and we were always running late. Our Yorkie Daphne had puppies - Samantha and Darrin - three little yorkies can make a lot of poopie mess. ….. I’m sitting in home room - behind Eric Whary - he had a beautiful build and back of the neck - he looked like Kurt Russell - he didn’t know I was alive but I YEARNED for him like only a 13 year old can. Suddenly there was a pungent repulsive odor of S*** wafting through home room. A bunch of cruel 13 to 15 year olds are saying EWWW and gagging and acting like idiots - it was pungent. Nerdy Anne shot me a look - to my horror I realize that Samantha or Darrin must of had diarrhea in my book bag which was IN the locker IN the room. I think I wanted to hurl myself off of the balcony because at that age you have no sense of humor or coping skills for that stuff. I have no idea why we didn’t smell it earlier - I vaguely remember the agony of trying to sneak back into the main room at recess to throw my book bag away. …. I haven’t thought of that in years. It was modifying. I wonder what happened to Eric Whary ….

R14 your story has me howling. I can tell you have a gift for storytelling, maybe not in written form but I bet you’re a lovely person to be around.

Keep going!

Please stop.

Hey #15 - I just had a kind of sad day - I just read your post - now I feel pretty nifty again! Thank you - that nice comment really gave me a boost!

Eric Whary owns a car wash in Kalispel, MT.........

____ TROLL 🚨

OMG - that IS him!!! But Montana? A car wash? ….. Well - he is probably a Trumper , too. But I’ve got to tell you seeing him when he was 15 in his track and field uniform - he could run like the wind! He was a really dreamy kid.

People who try to start seemingly casual conversations about shit for sexual gratification remind me of the infamous Bob Rehahn.

Lá Sènatrice says shit a lot when she's mad.

I smella poo.

I'm quite certain I don't know what you're talking about, OP.

The Bellagio.