I’m usually the last one to leave the office at work, so when I’m alone in my cube I like to push out some farts… the louder the better. I guess I got used to that comfort because about five minutes ago, I had some gas so I forced it out. It was loud. And I was not alone. I had forgotten it’s only 1pm and not 6pm. And it was one of those toots that could not be mistaken for a chair creaking or shoe squeaking. It was a full on major wet bean fart. Thankfully my cubemate is not here at the moment, but my other coworkers scattered around the office are. I haven’t heard any verbal ‘OMG SICK!!’ comments yet, but I know they’re thinking it. I guess I’m fart girl.
Fart Girl for real
January 24th, 2012Nightmare Come True
January 23rd, 2012Seems like my nightmares of late have come true. I had to pee so badly yesterday. I couldn’t hold it any longer, so I was forced to use the public restroom… at WALMART of all places. The bathroom was just how I pictured it: dirty, smelly, toilet paper all over the tile floor, and random damp spots on the floor. All the stalls were taken except the handicap stall. I did not want to use it because the toilet is set a littler higher than usual making it more difficult to hover, but I had no choice.. my pee was about to rupture my bladder. And of course the seat was doused in urine. I lightly wiped it off as swiftly and quickly as I could because I didn’t want it to soak through the toilet paper and onto my delicate fingers. I then placed a toilet seat protector and multiple layers of toilet paper over that. Even with all those sheets separating me from the toilet seat, I still hovered to urinate. All was going well– I held my balance and peed. As I started to wipe, the automatic toilet flusher decided to turn on. Have you ever seen a documentary on how many germs whoosh up from the toilet bowl as it flushes? Billions and billlllions of germy particles fly up several feet, and now all those gazillion germs were on my butt.. not to mention a few diluted urine splashes from the industrial strength flush shot up from the bowl and landed on my bare ass. I WANTED TO CRY. If the drops landed on my butt, they must have also landed on the backside of my pants as well. Hell, maybe they even shot up and got on the bottom part of the back of my shirt. I took a scolding hot shower when I got home, and I plan on incinerating my clothes. Reminiscing about this incident makes me want to cry right now.
Night Terror
January 12th, 2012I had my reoccurring nightmare again last night thanks to my unhealthy fear of public restrooms. I had to pee, so I found myself in a dark and dirty public bathroom. Every stall I checked had either urine on the floor or on the toilet seat. When I finally found a somewhat decent stall, upon closer inspection the floor had drops of urine and so did the toilet seat. No amount of toilet paper or paper seat protectors could soak up the piss. And to make my nightmare worse, I looked down and I WAS NOT WEARING ANY SHOES!!!! My feet were slightly protected because I was in socks, but that only meant my feet were soaking up the puddles of urine on the dirty bathroom tile floor. I think I started crying in my dream. I woke up in a panic and immediately took off my socks.
Butt Protection
January 11th, 2012I pooped another nice one this morning, but my experience did not start out so nice. I went to my usual stall and placed a seat protector on the toilet. I did not notice there was a drop of urine on the seat until the protector soaked through it and formed a wet spot. Being the environmentally conscious and green person I am, I did not want to waste an unused seat protector so instead of trashing it and replacing it with a new one, I stacked six layers of toilet paper (very green of me!) on top of that wet spot to protect my thigh from the lethal drop of pee. However, that was not enough buffer because I still felt the dampness on my skin. When in doubt, use a new seat protector. It’ll save your ass!
Thumping Dump
January 10th, 2012I dropped a two pounder in the office toilet this morning. It was a surprise to me because I had a lot of carbs and meat last night for dinner, and those food groups usually give me constipation. Instead I pushed out a big long fat log. Yes, it hurt coming out. Yes, it tore my butthole a little. But Hell Yes it was an awesome and satisfying dump.
Fart Girl
January 4th, 2012It was a great start to the new year at the office yesterday. I had a yogurt for breakfast followed by a couple multi-vitamins. I’m not sure which of the two did it, but I had the worst diarrhea gurgling all morning after breakfast. It was LOUD. So loud that people sitting two cubes down could hear it. The sound was horrifying.. it was like I had an alien inside me taking a watery shit. I tried to poop in the office bathroom, but all that escaped from my butt were bubbly machine gun farts. I had a meeting that morning, too. I don’t think the client nor I could concentrate with all those farty noises shooting off in my abdomen every three seconds. I don’t want to be known as Fart Girl.
Edapoopoo
January 2nd, 2012I was at my friend’s place today and we were talking about poop sizes and shapes. One of the girls was saying she had to pinch her turds as they came out because if they were too long, they’d clog the toilet. I prefer when my poops come out in one long girthy piece because it’s more satisfying to see it as a massive solid log. But the best was when another one of the girls was saying how she liked to lightly pinch hers as it came out so it looked like edamame in the toilet. I will never think of edamame the same again.
Champagne Farts
December 31st, 2011Long Dung
December 30th, 2011With all the junk I ate yesterday, my bowels were ready to release the crap this morning. As I sat on the toilet for my first morning pee, I also pooped at the same time. My poo log was so long that it took the entire duration of my pee and then some for it to completely exit my butt. When I looked at what the masterpiece I made in the toilet might look like, I saw a beautiful brown foot long beast staring back at me with it’s tip peeking above the water’s surface. It was magnificent.
Git OUT of my Belly!
December 29th, 2011I gorged myself on creamy, rich foods today. I had a heavy cream of mushroom sauced entrĂ©e for lunch, and I had a heavy creamed alfredo pasta dish for dinner. Both meals were followed by gobs of runny, melty, thick chocolatey chocolate. By the end of the day, my stomach was distended and I looked about five months pregnant. So without any hesitation, I headed straight for the gym to burn off a few of the calories. Unfortunately, that’s when my body decided to release large volumes of gas. I could not stop farting. Usually I’m pretty good at keeping them in and making internal farts. It’s a little uncomfortable, but it’s nothing I can’t handle. But today I could not hold any of the farts in. There was just too much of it trying to escape, and pinching my butthole closed was too painful on my abdomen. Worst part of it was it was super stinky. Smelled like something died inside me and the rot was seeping out my butt. I left the gym early and spent the next 20 minutes on the toilet. Every bowel movement I had felt like I was going to push out a huge turd, but instead it was just a huge smelly fart. It has now been four hours since dinner, and wind is still gusting out my butt. On the bright side, my stomach shrinks a tiny bit with each fart. Now I only look three months pregnant.









