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Was it one of those explosive sharts, where you pushed it out in anticipation of a huge ripper? Was it loose? Was there shrapnel? Were you facing her— or away? Face up or face down? Was the ceiling fan on and did it get on the walls?

There is a web porn viddy series called “sleep creep”— search it out on eskimotube; sweet young things being woken by the the ‘crowing’ of the ‘cock’ ;)

I just can’t help but visualize some poor young thing waking up with a massive steamer on her forehead— the ultimate dirty sanchez but without the sanchez— just the dirty.

WE are the 99% 'WE are the people you depend on; we cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls. We drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Don't f&ck with us'-- Madame DeFarge

"Rope trades @$10 a yard. I wonder if they even know that?"- Capitalist

I’ve slept naked a few times. I see no difference in experience if I just use comfortable boxers.

Wishing and hoping for the best - yup your doing it wrong.

I would sleep naked but, my family members don’t respect privacy so they would see my raging morning wood to often.

Has anyone experienced anyone see your morning wood? Be it friend or family member?

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Originally Posted by iwillsucceed
I would sleep naked but, my family members don’t respect privacy so they would see my raging morning wood to often.

Has anyone experienced anyone see your morning wood? Be it friend or family member?


I walk around in boxers in the morning, so you don’t get a direct view of the thing, but you certainly know it’s there.

Happens every time I am on vacation with friends. My girl always plays with it in the morning, and my father always tells me that he has no idea where I got that thing.

Yeah I am joking.

Wishing and hoping for the best - yup your doing it wrong.

Originally Posted by androNYC
Was it one of those explosive sharts, where you pushed it out in anticipation of a huge ripper? Was it loose? Was there shrapnel? Were you facing her— or away? Face up or face down? Was the ceiling fan on and did it get on the walls?

There is a web porn viddy series called “sleep creep”— search it out on eskimotube; sweet young things being woken by the the ‘crowing’ of the ‘cock’ ;)

I just can’t help but visualize some poor young thing waking up with a massive steamer on her forehead— the ultimate dirty sanchez but without the sanchez— just the dirty.

Andro, you’re killing me here with your morbid curiosity. :rolling:

Ok, we were side by side, facing up, watching TV, and I think I had already farted a “little stinky”. So, she was already in gross out mode and giving me the stink eye.

It was a minor explosion of the dio type. I knew I was pushing the fart/shart envelope, but I had to give er a go. I splashed the sheets with a slug trail of poo before being able to squeeze the cheeks to prevent a full eruption.

Terror, fear, pity and helplessness engulfed me as a made the waddle of shame to the bathroom.

God, I laugh out loud every time I go over this in my head. My poor wife. What a good woman. :thumbs:

Paraphrased: It is not the critic who counts: The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, who, at the best, knows the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.

:rolling: LAUGHING MY FUCKING ASS OFF:rolling:

andro and Acid, THANKYOU

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Originally Posted by man-of-10
:rolling: LAUGHING MY FUCKING ASS OFF:rolling:

andro and Acid, THANKYOU

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: :rofl:

Shit, Man o 10,

I gotta stop re-reading my last post or else I’m going to pee my pants.

Paraphrased: It is not the critic who counts: The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, who, at the best, knows the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.

Listen, guys— I’m just fascinated even though I’m actually not at all into scat, like when you slow down to watch the drunk making a fool of herself— the images are just fucking hilarious.

Her’s a scat story for you; tell me if it’s a fair trade off— about two years ago I had a finance client in from out of town; I took her somewhere shmancy and dropped her at her hotel, after which I walked the ten blocks or so home.
About six blocks in I was getting some fierce rumbling— something hadn’t been right with dinner— and after another block or so I realized that I wasn’t going to be shitting in my own toilet— in fact in another half block I’d be shitting in my pants, so I quickly found a dark corner in the middle of Greenwich Village, actually just next to the service entrance of a church on 11th street just of 5th avenue, dropped trou and blew the doors off that bitch.
Used my white handkerchief to clean up and barely made it home before blowing out the doors again.

I took a street dump in my own fucking neighborhood— less than ten feet from traffic.

Not qauite as picturesque as crapping the bed, but picture a presentable grown man with his suit pants around his ankles and suit coat held up to keep it clean.

I think it must have made a pretty funny picture of it’s own. ;)

WE are the 99% 'WE are the people you depend on; we cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls. We drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Don't f&ck with us'-- Madame DeFarge

"Rope trades @$10 a yard. I wonder if they even know that?"- Capitalist

:rolling: Oh geez man :worthy: , that gave me a great laugh. I owe you big time :D

Sharts are horrible, but it’s even worst when SHE does it in bed.

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Originally Posted by androNYC
I took a street dump in my own fucking neighborhood— less than ten feet from traffic.

I think it must have made a pretty funny picture of it’s own. ;)

I can just picture you splatting away. The trail left behind must have been frightening.

Did you wave at any of the passing cars, or was the sweat in your eyes? :)

Paraphrased: It is not the critic who counts: The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, who, at the best, knows the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.

Originally Posted by Thatcat
I walk around in boxers in the morning, so you don’t get a direct view of the thing, but you certainly know it’s there.

Happens every time I am on vacation with friends. My girl always plays with it in the morning, and my father always tells me that he has no idea where I got that thing.

Yeah I am joking.

Hahaha you had me going for a second.

I’ll tell you a little story of mine, so I was sleeping one night and it was a very good sleep by the way, and my mother disturbed me in the morning. I wasn’t very happy about that so I just went back to sleep, well apparently she need my help with something and she woke me up again and told me to come out and put some pants on.. Put some pants on? I thought.. Well I looked down and there is my raging, diamond crushing, godzilla hunting, hard on. I was pretty embarrassed to say the least. But I have had many experiences with people seeing my morning wood, and probably many that I don’t know about.

BPEL = 6.3, EG MID SHAFT = 5inch EG MiD BASE = 4.8, Goal = BPEL 7.5, EG = 5.5- 6.. I WILL SUCCEED.

I do it in the summer

Originally Posted by Acid Jazz
I can just picture you splatting away. The trail left behind must have been frightening.

Did you wave at any of the passing cars, or was the sweat in your eyes? :)


No trail— just a no longer pristine white hanky sitting on a puddle of shit.

WE are the 99% 'WE are the people you depend on; we cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls. We drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Don't f&ck with us'-- Madame DeFarge

"Rope trades @$10 a yard. I wonder if they even know that?"- Capitalist

Originally Posted by androNYC
No trail— just a no longer pristine white hanky sitting on a puddle of shit.

He said “PUDDLE of shit”. No more details are necessary Andro. At least the suit made it home alive…….I hope.

Paraphrased: It is not the critic who counts: The credit belongs to the man in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, who, at the best, knows the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.

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