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...