I dated a guy for a couple years AFTER he shit in my bed.
Like....he did it on porpoise? As a joke? Or it was an accident?
Do you really want details?
TOO BAD, YOU ASKED.
This guy was the gassiest motherfuck I ever met, so early on in the relationship he really encouraged me to fart around him, which I quickly accepted because who really wants to hold farts and get tummy aches?
So anyway, one morning I wake up and am getting up to go pee and give him a little toot before I run away and giggle. I'm sitting on the potty peeing and he comes in, naked, holding his junk, and super bashful. I'm like.. wtf, I'm peeing..fuck off. He says he has to shower, right then and there... that after I tooted and ran away he tried to "throw a fart" back at me and shit the bed. He sharted in my bed. There was poop.. in my bed. So he showered and I cleaned my sheets.
And somehow this didn't kill the romance. I'm an odd one.
Last Edit: May 3, 2012 12:36:31 GMT -5 by saranater
"I've been single for awhile and I have to say, it's going very well. Like... it's working out. I think I'm the one." Emily Heller.