The best stuff in the world.
It tastes like chocolate. It's not chocolate. You can also rub it on your face.
YUM
It tastes like chocolate. It's not chocolate. You can also rub it on your face.
YUM
Me: Poop.
by Mrs. Potato 101 July 10, 2022
Well all these here definitions are pretty accurate but there's one other that I hadn't seen on here.
CLIFF BAR poop: This rather unpleasant form of poop occurs only when you eat a whole chunky peanut butter cliff bar without washing it down with any water. First it will sit in your stomach like a brick for several days, until finally, you stomach's hydrochloric acids have corroded it enough to where it can painfully squeeze through your intestines. After it has spent several more days stuck in your large intestine, fermenting, and causing blockage, it will finally have to be expelled. The crap itself has undigested peanut lumps, and partially corroded peanut butter, whose sharp, rough edges eat away at the soft tissue that is your butthole. After the bar is fully pushed away, the crap that has been blocked for days (which has also fermented) all spills out like minestrone soup. The overall odor is so intoxicating that it often corrodes nasal passages, fogs up the house, and causes the wallpaper in the bathroom to begin peeling off. You will need heavy air freshener and disinfectants to cure the smell.
So drink water if you eat a Cliff Bar.
CLIFF BAR poop: This rather unpleasant form of poop occurs only when you eat a whole chunky peanut butter cliff bar without washing it down with any water. First it will sit in your stomach like a brick for several days, until finally, you stomach's hydrochloric acids have corroded it enough to where it can painfully squeeze through your intestines. After it has spent several more days stuck in your large intestine, fermenting, and causing blockage, it will finally have to be expelled. The crap itself has undigested peanut lumps, and partially corroded peanut butter, whose sharp, rough edges eat away at the soft tissue that is your butthole. After the bar is fully pushed away, the crap that has been blocked for days (which has also fermented) all spills out like minestrone soup. The overall odor is so intoxicating that it often corrodes nasal passages, fogs up the house, and causes the wallpaper in the bathroom to begin peeling off. You will need heavy air freshener and disinfectants to cure the smell.
So drink water if you eat a Cliff Bar.
by Tard happy July 29, 2009
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by Fo Twin Tee July 14, 2009
A blob in various shapes and sizes which exits you anus at various speeds.
There are more than one type of poop:
The Classic: The poop that warns you and says "Hey you have to poop" then you go, it slips out easily , and you only have to wipe once. AKA: The dream poop.
The Shotgun: This poop is rather unpleasant. There is no warning and the poop says "YOU HAVE TO POOP NOW! QUICK OR ELSE YOU WONT MAKE IT!" so you sprint to the bathroom and start pooping before you even hit the seat. You are finished pooping within a matter of seconds but the wiping takes about 24.34 minutes.
The Ice Cream Machine: This type of poop lives up to it's name well. It gives little warning but at least enough to put toilet paper on the seat if you're in a public restroom. It comes out as either a viscous liquid or a very chunky soup. This one is by far the longest one to wipe.
The Houdini: This poop is a trickster. You know it came out but you never heard it hit the water. So you peek around to check the toilet...and it's gone!
The Tsunami: This is usually a very hard and large poop, but it can also be a shotgun poop. You are sitting and pushing away and it comes out. You are about to sigh in relief when a very cold splash of water laps your butt. Not a good time.
The False Alarm: You are alerted that a poop is nearing your anus so you run into the bathroom and sit down. Unfortunately that poop turned out to be a very loud series of farts.
The Liar: You have noticed your sphincter is getting a little antsy, so you head for the bathroom. You sit down and start pushing away but nothing comes out. But here it comes, you can feel it. You start pushing, it is a battle between the poop and human race. So eventually you win and you look in the toilet to see your accomplishment and to your surprise there is a M&M sized poop staring right back, mocking you.
Jack the Ripper: This poop is too big. Plain and simple. A quarter sized hole can't plop out a half-dollar piece! WHAT WAS MY LOWER INTESTINE THINKING?!
Last but not least...
The Army: This poop is the most unpleasant of all. you got done pooping a pure liquid concoction and you wipe till your hole is sore. So you get up and your butt says "Oh no!You're not done! Sit back down there!" so after another barrage or poop soup you wipe that painful hole again and stand up. and once again your butt disagrees with you. So you end up sitting on the toilet with your head in you hands asking yourself "WHEN IS IT GOING TO END!?"
There are more than one type of poop:
The Classic: The poop that warns you and says "Hey you have to poop" then you go, it slips out easily , and you only have to wipe once. AKA: The dream poop.
The Shotgun: This poop is rather unpleasant. There is no warning and the poop says "YOU HAVE TO POOP NOW! QUICK OR ELSE YOU WONT MAKE IT!" so you sprint to the bathroom and start pooping before you even hit the seat. You are finished pooping within a matter of seconds but the wiping takes about 24.34 minutes.
The Ice Cream Machine: This type of poop lives up to it's name well. It gives little warning but at least enough to put toilet paper on the seat if you're in a public restroom. It comes out as either a viscous liquid or a very chunky soup. This one is by far the longest one to wipe.
The Houdini: This poop is a trickster. You know it came out but you never heard it hit the water. So you peek around to check the toilet...and it's gone!
The Tsunami: This is usually a very hard and large poop, but it can also be a shotgun poop. You are sitting and pushing away and it comes out. You are about to sigh in relief when a very cold splash of water laps your butt. Not a good time.
The False Alarm: You are alerted that a poop is nearing your anus so you run into the bathroom and sit down. Unfortunately that poop turned out to be a very loud series of farts.
The Liar: You have noticed your sphincter is getting a little antsy, so you head for the bathroom. You sit down and start pushing away but nothing comes out. But here it comes, you can feel it. You start pushing, it is a battle between the poop and human race. So eventually you win and you look in the toilet to see your accomplishment and to your surprise there is a M&M sized poop staring right back, mocking you.
Jack the Ripper: This poop is too big. Plain and simple. A quarter sized hole can't plop out a half-dollar piece! WHAT WAS MY LOWER INTESTINE THINKING?!
Last but not least...
The Army: This poop is the most unpleasant of all. you got done pooping a pure liquid concoction and you wipe till your hole is sore. So you get up and your butt says "Oh no!You're not done! Sit back down there!" so after another barrage or poop soup you wipe that painful hole again and stand up. and once again your butt disagrees with you. So you end up sitting on the toilet with your head in you hands asking yourself "WHEN IS IT GOING TO END!?"
by P00pmaster January 30, 2009
A sacred time for a man. A time where a man can contemplate his day while excreting his waste. A man does all his critical thinking whilst pooping. A man often goes to the bathroom and poops when something needs deep thought. It is believed that if a man could poop for long enough, he could solve world hunger, poverty, and possibly discover the cure for AIDS. This magic time is referred to by many names such as, Taking the Browns to the Super Bowl, dropping a log, dropping a stink pickle, and releasing the brown hostage.
Friend One: Bill is still pooping, what's going on?
Friend Two: He's trying to solve Da Vinci's Code, give him a break.
Friend Two: He's trying to solve Da Vinci's Code, give him a break.
by Big Eve November 9, 2015