Be completely honest: Where is the most ridiculous place you have ever taken a shit?

on your mom

playground slide

Also is that ironic or do you have a shit fetish OP

please be real

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Behind a chinese resturaunt when I was drunk and high on lean.

at the coal mine, 700 meters underground behind conveyor belt in complete darkness.
i have seen miners passing by but fortunately they did not see me

It was real. I had been drinking heavily the night before and ate a ton of rodeo cheeseburgers from Burger King back when they were like a dollar. So the next day I was feeling fine up until that point, and then everything had to be expelled. That tunnel slide was the only thing within walking distance to provide enough cover to take a shit. I feel kinda bad for the poor kid who slid down it, I figured they would have spotted it first

Tram stop.
Okay, it was like 3am and nobody was around.

at the coal mine, 700 meters underground behind conveyor belt in complete darkness.
i have seen miners passing by but fortunately they did not see me

In my neighbours garden where i used to live. Shared househould. Bad guts. Busy toilet. Hopped the fence and shat in the middle of his lawn. Lucky it was dark.

In a bucket outside a Harley Davidson dealership.

In a girls handbag. We had a drunken argument that descended into her claiming she'd piss on my bed if I didn't shut up. I didn't shut up so she pissed on my bed. I borrowed her house keys from her boyfriend (who was surprisingly sympathetic to my plight) and I went a took a nice big shit in her handbag and then returned to the party we were at.
Tricky shit, was tough to aim, I'm not used to doing it away from an actual toliet. I got a decent dollop in there though.

Real story here.

I had a nice front yard growing up in a nice, isolated area of land. Some rich douche from town decided he would build a second home, directly across the street from us. They tore up all this nice forest for the lot, and eventually decimated it, turning it into a subdivision later.

Anyways, when they were building the house, I was furious. I snuck over to the house in full black gear with face mask, looking like a straight up robber. At this point, the house had a basement built, and they were starting to work on the upstairs. I snuck in at like 2 am, went into the basement, and let a fucking waterfall of steamy shit run from my asshole all over the concrete. I grabbed a tool sitting in the basement, and spread it around the concrete, smearing it throughly into the ground. I left and no one saw.

Next couple days, the crew finds the shitty mess. The rich douche is absolutely pissed off. Raging at his crew (he owns the building company), he tells them to redo the entire basement floor. I'm upstairs listening into the conversation from my window, laughing my fucking ass off.

Totally worth it

I went to a house party once, didnt really like the place. Went to the bathroom to do a line of coke, when I saw this washmachine they had. Was kinda drunk and thought it would be funny to take a shit in it. so I did. Closed the door of it, did a line of coke and left the party. I guess the next morning when they dumbed the clothes inside they were not really happy.

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In side a tub slide at a park I can olny think about the pore kid that slid in my shit the next day my and a buddy was drinking in a park after dark and I busted some mean wet shit all over the slide lol

In the box of my dump truck on the shoulder of the 401

Based. Fuck that guy.

One summer when i was about 10, me, my fat older brother, and our pajeet dollar store neighbor were walking through the woods and up the creek behind my house, when i suddenly had to release a typhoon of hot brown syrup. Low and behold there was a perfect tree in the shape of a toilet on the edge of the creek. It had a big hollowed out hole that looked like a slanted down toilet seat. I got my older brother to stand guard as a doublewide garage door, but the smell of my brown curry must’ve reminded our shitskin friend of some good ol fashioned country style fixins; because the little queer kept wanting to see me take a shit and look at the crap filling up the hole.
Overall the toilet was pretty good.

at the coal mine, 700 meters underground behind conveyor belt in complete darkness.
i have seen miners passing by but fortunately they did not see me

On the 4th level of the Blue lot parking deck at DTW airport.
Inflight meal returned with righteous fury as I was about to get in my car to come home, sprinted to the corner of the deck and painted it green and brown. I would apologize to the Silverado whose tire got a fresh coat, but collateral damage happens when you carpet bomb.

Into a trash bag, sitting on top of an MRE box with a hole cut out, in between two HMMWVs, in middle of nowhere northern Iraq. Good times.

You should've gone back after they installed the toilets and left an upper decker.

Hahahaha

In a coffe can that I hid in an air vent in my high school's airduct system, this was 1997 or 98, its an old shitty building I wouldnt be surprised if the can is still up there

Did she flip shit when discovering it?

India.

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from up a tree, and inside my kitchen when i was crazy

On top of a literal pile of shit.

Not me, but working as a tower climber some of the guys have had to shit off a tower or two.

Once I took a shit in a public restroom.
Totes not ok.

Nah, she handled it pretty good. At the end of the day I had to spend £100 on a new matress and bedding so she got off pretty light replacing her £20 handbag. We were friends long after, although she always hated me telling the story to people.

Took my Mom and dad out for lunch. It was a cool cloudy day, my dad and I had the same thing on the menu a burger with home made home fries, so we finish up and just as we walk outside my stomach starts is bull-shit.
I tell my folks "I'm out" and start heading home. I'm 15 blocks in an "L" shape from Toilet #1!! I manage about 8 blocks when the tummy is gunning for some 'splosions. I'm like no, just keep going, then it starts to lightly rain.
Ahhgh, the body gets that light chill all over and the ass crack opens just a tiny ween bit, I screw my energy and shut close the marble jaws of oblivion, but I'm still 4 blocks away.
Two blocks away from "Toilet vrs the Brown Kaiju" I've slowed down to a ants crawl, the misty rain is blowing all over my face, no way I can make it home. To my right is an empty lot where a residential building once stood, probably burned down to the ground by Jewish Lightning, they did that in the early 70's as to not pay tenets to leave the building. Lots of deaths, jews don't care. I shuffle on in the lot and try to get between two abandoned cars, the diarrhea wave motion gun is at 101% "Captain, Fire now or the ship will blow up!" Barley turn around and lower my tight jeans, when an eruption that sprayed and coated the side of the other building. Another spray seemingly louder then the first jets forth, so loud, I'm thinking if I can hear it almost certainly all the people in the alley can too. A final third ejection is a number of mass plops that lazily blow out and scatter as they hit the ground.
Grab pants and pull them up. You'd think this would feel good like a release or the best orgasm ever but it inst, stomach is still in knots and my butt is all watery and gooey. finally get home and claen up, again im feeling alright but not good. BAMB!! The door flies open my mother is guiding my dad across living room to the bathroom, he shit his pants too. Probably the only thing we ever had in common!

Fag

Oh boy i have the perfect story. It happened 4 years ago when i was 18.
>It was summer, my family and I had gone to Cuba for the holidays.
>One day we were visiting Havana. Our hotel wasn't inside the city, it was a cool resort about 1 hour and a half away by bus.
>During our walk i feel like something isn't right with my stomach. It doesn't hurt, but i start farting a lot. I don't care about it and continue our tour.
>At the end of the tour we wait for the bus to take us back to the hotel. But the bus comes about 1 hour late.
>My stomach had already began to hurt pretty badly, and i was sweating like a pig.
>No bathrooms available near the stop
>I panic inside a little because the pain is getting real and i know i won't be able to hold it for long
>Anyways the bus arrives and we get on it. I sit in the rear just so i can fart in peace and focus on not shitting myself
>Just one block later the bus stops and a fucking girl comes and sits by me (the bus was almost empty btw). I try my best but i still fart a lot.
>Girl gets off the bus. The pain grows stronger and stronger. I am desperate; i was actually thinking that the only way to end the pain was to shit myself and be done with it
>Ten minutes later i go to my dad and tell him that if we don't get off the bus at the next stop i'm going to shit myself
>Family hears my plead and we find ourselves in a deserted road, with only the bus stop and some kind of forest in front of us.
>Meanwhile lots of mosquitos start biting our arms and legs
>But the shit has to be shat
>I flee like a cavemen to the woods
>Proceed to remove my pants
>Bend 90° and shoot a boiling stream of shit
>It gets on my shoes and legs too, i don't care though because i was fucking dying
>Shit comes out like a fountain for like 10 minutes
>Finish shitting, try to clean my ass with some tissues i had
>Turn around to see my masterpiece
>Plants, insects and a fucking little snake too all covered in shit like a modern art painting
1/2

I know I'm a bit late, but hear me out.
I shitted in a postbox when I was 6.
Well, not really. I shitted next to the postbox, but got scared because I thought the FBI could get DNA samples from the shit and arrest me for shitting outside my house.
So I... just... kinda...
PICKED THE TURD UP OFF THE GROUND AND THREW IT IN THE POSTBOX.
It still haunts me to this day, what I did.