The Perfect Dump - Every once in a while, each of us experiences a perfect
dump, it's rare, but a thing of beauty in all respects. You sit down expecting
the worst, but what you get is a smooth sliding, fartless masterpiece that
breaks the water with the splashless grace of an expert diver. But that's not
the end of it. You use some toilet tissue only to find that it was totally
unnecessary. It makes you feel that all is right with the world and you are in
perfect harmony with it.
The Beer Dump - Talk about nasty dumps. Depending on the dumper's tolerance,
the beer dump is the end result of too many beers. it could have been 2 or 22,
it doesn't matter. What you get is a sinister, lengthy, noisy dump accompanied
by a malevolent fog that could close a bathroom for days.
The Chili Dump - Hot when it goes in, and rocket fuel when it leaves. The
chili dump stays with you all day, making your tush feel like a heat shield.
The Cable Dump - Long, curly and perfectly formed like 2 feet of E13
telephone CO-axial cable. It loops lazily around the bowl, like a friendly
serpent. You wonder admiringly, "DID I DO THAT? Where did it come from?" you
leave the bathroom pleased with yourself.
The Latrine Dump - In case you didn't know, a latrine is a hole in the ground
with a tent around it where soldiers, boy scouts and flies go to dump. Tip Don't
ever, ever look in the hole.
The Mona Lisa Dump - This is the masterpiece of dumps. It's as perfectly
formed as it can be. Delicate and slender with intricacies that would make da
Vinci weep. And just think, you made it yourself. You may even want to break out
the Polaroid, but maybe that's going a bit too far.
The Empty Roll Dump - You're done...you reach for the toilet paper only to
discover that empty cardboard cylinder. A mild panic begins coldly in your
throat. You could use the curtains...no, someone would say "Where are the
curtains?" Then what would you say? The rug?...too cumbersome. Then you must
come to the same conclusion that every "empty roll dumper" must face...Pull up
your slacks, tighten your tush and wriggle yourself to the nearest full roll.
The Splash Back Dump - You send the dump on its way, it drops like a depth
charge into the bowl creating a column of cold bowl water that washes your
bottom with a startlingly unpleasant shock. Now you're wet and embarrassed. Tip
Blot instead of wiping.
The Aborted Dump - You are in mid-dump when the phone rings. What do you do?
ABORT! Pinch it off, go for the phone, and save the rest for later. It isn't
pretty, but you've gotta do what you gotta do.
The Caesarian Dump - Pain, that's what this dump and childbirth have in
common. Its simply a case of too much dump trying to go through too small a
hole, and there's no obstetrician to help.
The Alfresco Dump - Everyone has had to go outdoors from time to time. This
can be a rather pleasant experience really. The open air, the nature, and a good
bush all contribute to the peaceful ambiance that our primitive forefathers must
have enjoyed. What can screw up this harmonious interlude is a troop of brownies
or a patch of poison ivy.
The Childbirth Dump - This is a dump that is simply too big to go through the
aperture provided by nature for the purpose. You sit there, thinking over your
dilemma. First it hurts, and it isn't going to get any better. You wonder if
you'll ever see your loved ones again. You imagine the newspaper headlines
screaming "Man dies trying to hatch monster loaf". You realize you'll have to
resolve the crisis before you can leave the bathroom. Basically there are only
three things you can do 1. Scream 2. Call an Obstetrician 3. Hope like hell have
enough Vaseline to get you through it.
The Tijuana Trot Dump - The phrase "Shit Happens" really applies here in a
big way. When the ice in your tainted margarita makes contact with your lower
intestinal tract, the fun begins. For the next 72 hours you'd be better off if
you carried your own portable toilet with you because you will spend most of
that time on the pot and the rest of the time in a fetal position. Now you
realize why Mexico never had a navy.
The Machine Gun Dump - You're just sitting there in a state of sublime peace
when all of a sudden you emit a group of noisy gassy bursts that break the
silence like machine gun fire. The guy in the next stall hits the floor like a
combat veteran cradling his umbrella like an M16...damn commies.
The Sound Effect Dump - You feel a noisy one coming on. Relatives, friends or
work mates are within earshot, so you must employ some clever techniques to
cover the disgusting sounds you are about to emit. Timing is obviously very
important here. At the precise moment of release, try the following sound
effects 1. Flush the toilet 2. Sing the first two stanzas of your national
anthem 3. Drop a handful of quarters on the floor
The Security Dump - You have enough on your mind when you're in the bathroom
without worrying about a lockless door and someone bursting in to find you in
mid-dump mode. So how can you prevent this embarrassing spectacle from taking
place? One way is to strategically place your foot against the door. If you
can't reach to do this...hum loudly.
The Cling-On Dump - For the most part you've completed your dump, but there's
one little morsel that refuses to drop off. You're getting impatient. Someone
else wants to use your stall. So, you grip the seat with both hands and wriggle,
twist and pump but that last little stubborn piece just hangs there, suspended,
clinging like a canned peach between you and the bowl water. Maybe the person
pounding impatiently on the door has scissors.
The Houdini Dump - You go, then you stand up to flush, and the darn thing has
disappeared. Where'd it go? Did it creep down the pipe? Did you dream the whole
thing? Is it lurking out of sight? Should you wipe...maybe you should just to
make sure you went. Should you flush? you'd better, because if you don't, you
know it will reappear and smile at the next person who comes in.
The Flu Dump - You feel so bad that you don't know which end of you to put
down first. You have roaring cramps, so you sit down. Then a wave of nausea
rolls over you like a cold fog, so you stand up and cramps squeeze your
intestines like a vice so you sit down again...up down up down. Don't you wish
Mom were close by?
The Porta-Pottie Dump - Construction workers and outdoor concert goers will
tell you about going in a portable toilet. My best description would be, "Its
like taking a shit in an upright coffin". Its claustrophobic and it smells
bad...best advice...go in a paper cup.
The Proctologist Dump - In the beginning, the lord created the earth, the sky
and the firmament, but I hope he didn't create this dump, because there is
nothing biblical about it, you run out of gas. That's right, you run out of
propulsion. The dump is right there at the end of your barrel and refuses to go
any further. You grunt, you squeeze, you wriggle but it just stays there like a
lump of lead. You've only got two choices here. One is to squeeze the damn thing
back up your intestine and wait until next time. The other is to pretend you're
a proctologist and go after it yourself. Not a pretty picture is it??
The Whole Roll Dump - No matter how much you wipe, it doesn't seem to be
enough. You blow the whole roll and you have to flush 25 times too. The whole
episode is consumer waste.
The Graffiti Dump - You flush the dump and the swirling motion of the
receding bowl water forces the dump to the porcelain sides, scraping a creative
squiggle on its way down. You flush again but the curlicue hangs there...love it
or leave it. Its your choice.
The Encore Dump - Ahhhh, you're done, so you wipe, put yourself together,
wash your hands and are about to vacate the bathroom when you feel another dump
coming. You have to return for a curtain call. The world's record is seven
encores.
The Born Again Dump - This is a dump that's going so badly, you say "Lord, if
I live through this, I'll take up religion" you always get through it, but
seldom keep the promise you made in desperation, because a born again dump is
like childbirth...you forget the pain quickly.