My nervous stomach always makes it hard to **** during a vacation. This isn’t MY toilet. After two weeks of self-inflicted constipation in my friend’s cousin’s tiny pueblo, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I took a huuuuuuuuuge dump. To my horror, it was so huge it wouldn’t flush. Oh God no.
I smuggled a grocery bag into the bathroom and put it over my hand as a glove to pinch the link into smaller sections. Flush ********* Even the pieces wouldn’t go down. I pulled them out with the bag and threw it in the trash can outside as fast as I could.
I kept waiting, horrified, for the trash truck to come please don’t discover my **** in there please don’t discover my **** in there until the day the trash can got full.
In these little pueblos, what I didn’t know is that there is no trash truck. They burn their trash. My **** was in there.
They burned my ****
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
My nervous stomach always makes it hard to **** during a vacation. This isn’t MY toilet. After two weeks of self-inflicted constipation in my friend’s cousin’s tiny pueblo, I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I took a huuuuuuuuuge dump. To my horror, it was so huge it wouldn’t flush. Oh God no.
I smuggled a grocery bag into the bathroom and put it over my hand as a glove to pinch the link into smaller sections. Flush ********* Even the pieces wouldn’t go down. I pulled them out with the bag and threw it in the trash can outside as fast as I could.
I kept waiting, horrified, for the trash truck to come please don’t discover my **** in there please don’t discover my **** in there until the day the trash can got full.
In these little pueblos, what I didn’t know is that there is no trash truck. They burn their trash. My **** was in there.
They burned my ****
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