*Warning: graphic and explicit dookie story ahead. Jamal and Mom- you may want to skip this post!
Do you remember the days of 90210 and Melrose Place?
In the 90s, Monday nights were the highlight of my week. A group of us used to get together on these nights to watch the legendary shows.
My first born was even named after characters on Melrose Place...Sydney Taylor.
Anyway, one Monday night we all gathered at my friend, Christy's, apartment. We were in the middle of a particularly juicy episode, when it hit me. And when I mean it, I mean IT!
You have to understand, that back in those days I was far from regular. I was lucky to have one BM a week. If I happened to have two, it was like Christmas.
But I digress...
IT hit me, and I had to go.
I snuck off to the bathroom in Christy's bedroom and let it all out.
It was humongous, and hard as a rock. (Is this TMI??)
I flushed again.
Not only would it not go down, the toilet began to overflow.
I screamed for HH. Everyone joined him in inspecting my damage. My friend, Scott (who was not a stranger to my clogging up toilets) started gagging.
Christy did not own a plunger, so the group weighed in on the situation. There were many jokes made at my expense.
My previous poop catastrophes (sadly, this was not the first incident) were discussed at length (no pun intended) before HH got down to business...with a wire coat hanger.
My poor husband had to splice and dice. I think he may have even had to touch it:o
It was not pretty.
He scratched the porcelain, but he succeeded in getting that bad boy down.
To this day, I tend to be the butt (again, no pun intended) of all poop jokes around my family and friends.
*So as to keep me from feeling like a complete loser, I challenge each and every one of you bloggers out there to share your most embarrassing poop story... either in the comments section of this post, or on your blog. I know that Gayle will join me in this one...will you?????