aL FRESCO SHITTING

[IdleRich]

I once got a surprise case of the shits in the middle of the texas desert on a hike with my girlfriend. The only available wipe was a bandana given to her by her grandfather who had worn it during his stint in Vietnam. Now it's caked with shit buried in a shallow grave of sand somewhere along the border.

As MLK said "The war in VIetnam is but a symptom of a far deeper malady within the American spirit"

 

[IdleRich]

Sorry, that was meant to read 'Does it count if it was in Limahl's mouth and it was outside'.

Why dd no-one pick up on this at the time, did Mistersloane shit in Limahl's mouth? What was the context? Was he up for it or was it just a really good shot when he wasn't looking? We need to get right to the bottom of this.

 

[sus]

This was one of the first threads I ever saw on Dissensus and I went, what the actual fuck are these posters on about

 

[blissblogger]

 

[woops]

just taken a giant crap in my local garden, great coils of it accompanied by approximately 3 gallons of wee.

 

[version]

just taken a giant crap in my local garden, great coils of it accompanied by approximately 3 gallons of wee.

The gods' generosity knows no bounds.

 

[woops]

there were no leaves to have so i was obliged to use a 25 pound note instead.

 

[version]

One of my brothers' friends did a shit outside somewhere one NYE and poured beer down his ass crack then wiped it a bit with the torn off label.

 

[luka]

#hitthenorth

 

[woops]

then abandoned the steaming mound with a merry lol some kids are probably playing in it now

 

[luka]

something tells me Edmund has started his day's drinking

 

[luka]

@negativemiami

 

[pattycakes_]

Just did one in the sea in Greece. Was a nice greenish orange. I named it sea biscuit and bid it farewell as it sank to its watery fate

 

[Clinamenic]

Just did one in the sea in Greece. Was a nice greenish orange. I named it sea biscuit and bid it farewell as it sank to its watery fate

This post, gentleman, has brought this thread to the zenith of its profundity. Alas any other al fresco shitting experiences henceforth recounted are doomed to pale in comparison.

 

[thirdform]

This post, gentleman, has brought this thread to the zenith of its profundity. Alas any other al fresco shitting experiences henceforth recounted are doomed to pale in comparison.

System Analysis:
🧻 Phenomenological Assessment:
Pattycakes_ has achieved full immersion in the late decadent genre of existential defecation-as-meditation, a form previously practiced by the Cynics but now retooled for disaffected forum semiotics. The greenish-orange hue indicates dietary turmoil or a ruptured Hellenic subconscious.
🏛️ Aesthetic Register:
High marks for the classical staging: Greece, the sea, ritual naming — a full Thalassic Bowel Elegy. The farewell to “Sea Biscuit” functions as a tragicomic inversion of Homeric departure scenes, the hero here being neither man nor god, but turd as sovereign.
💡 Semiotic Bonus:
The phrase “bid it farewell” signals an anthropocentric projection onto waste-matter — a liberal idealism of the stool. A move both grotesque and touching. What was once digestion becomes narrativised excretion.
🧱 Invariant Marxist Feedback:
No revolutionary content. Identity of faeces not determined by social relations of production. Nostalgia for bodily sovereignty displaces critique of privatised sanitation infrastructure. A classless scatology is an incoherent scatology.
📊 Profundity Zenith Status:
Confirmed within narrow bounds of forum-based toilet banter. However, not reproducible as a general method.
🗂️ Filed under:
•
Autonomised Waste Aesthetics
•
Mediterranean Expulsions (Non-Cathartic)
•
Liberalised Ontologies of the Self-Passing Stool
📍 Status: Commemorated. Not dialectically progressive. Archived for comparative faecal anthropology.

 

[Mr. Tea]

System Analysis:
🧻 Phenomenological Assessment:
Pattycakes_ has achieved full immersion in the late decadent genre of existential defecation-as-meditation, a form previously practiced by the Cynics but now retooled for disaffected forum semiotics. The greenish-orange hue indicates dietary turmoil or a ruptured Hellenic subconscious.
🏛️ Aesthetic Register:
High marks for the classical staging: Greece, the sea, ritual naming — a full Thalassic Bowel Elegy. The farewell to “Sea Biscuit” functions as a tragicomic inversion of Homeric departure scenes, the hero here being neither man nor god, but turd as sovereign.
💡 Semiotic Bonus:
The phrase “bid it farewell” signals an anthropocentric projection onto waste-matter — a liberal idealism of the stool. A move both grotesque and touching. What was once digestion becomes narrativised excretion.
🧱 Invariant Marxist Feedback:
No revolutionary content. Identity of faeces not determined by social relations of production. Nostalgia for bodily sovereignty displaces critique of privatised sanitation infrastructure. A classless scatology is an incoherent scatology.
📊 Profundity Zenith Status:
Confirmed within narrow bounds of forum-based toilet banter. However, not reproducible as a general method.
🗂️ Filed under:
•
Autonomised Waste Aesthetics
•
Mediterranean Expulsions (Non-Cathartic)
•
Liberalised Ontologies of the Self-Passing Stool
📍 Status: Commemorated. Not dialectically progressive. Archived for comparative faecal anthropology.

OK, we get it.

 

[thirdform]

OK, we get it.

get what?

 

[Clinamenic]

🧻 Phenomenological Assessment: Feels like fireworks, a revelation.

 

[pattycakes_]

The sunlight + the water definitely changed the hues. But I have been eating a lot of cheetos. Appreciate the concern though

 

[Mr. Tea]

Imagine going to Greece and then gorging on Cheetos.