When you go for a number two and you feel like you have passed a Rubiks cube or
something of a similar shape.
Originated in
Manchester in the early 2000's and has been linked to the disappearance of numourous
gentleman for at least twenty minutes a go.
John: Where have you been mate, you look
terrible.
Dave: Mate I think I just Poo'
d a cube! My ring is throbbing...