The Ghost Shit
The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit on the toilet paper, but there’s no shit in the bowl.

The Clean Shit
The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit in the bowl, but there’s no shit on the toilet paper.

The Wet Shit
You wipe your ass fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So you end up putting toilet paper between your ass and your underwear so you don’t ruin them with those dreadful skid marks.

The Second Wave Shit
This shit happens when you’ve finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to shit some more.

The Brain Hemorrahage Through Your Nose Shit
Also known as “Pop a Vein in Your Forehead Shit”. You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke.

The Corn Shit
No explanation necessary.

The Lincoln Log Shit
The kind of shit that’s so enormous you’re afraid to flush it down without first breaking it up into little pieces with the toilet brush.

The Nororius Drinker Shit
The kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It’s most noticeable trait is the tread mark left on the bottom of the toilet bowl after you flush.

The “Gee, I Really Wish I Could Shit” Shit
The kind where you want to shit, but even after straining your guts out, all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramped and farting.

The Wet Cheeks Shit
Also known as the “Power Dump”. That’s the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water.

The Liquid Shit
That’s the kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, splashes all over the side of the toilet bowl and, at the same time, chronically burns your tender poop-chute.

The Mexican Food Shit
A class all on its own.

The Crowd Pleaser
This shit is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone before flushing.

The Mood Enhancer
This shit occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, thereby allowing you to be your old self again.

The Ritual
This shit occurs at the same time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper.

The Guinness Book Of Records Shit
A shit so noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations.

The Aftershock Shit
This shit has an odour so powerful than anyone entering the vicinity within the next seven hours is affected.

The “Honeymoon’s Over” Shit
This is any shit created in the presence of another person.

The Groaner
A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance.

The Floater
Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushings.

The Ranger
A shit which refuses to let go. It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper.

The Phantom Shit
This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit to putting it there.

The Peek-A-Boo Shit
Now you see it, now you don’t. This shit is playing games with you. Requires patience and muscle control.

The Bombshell
A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (i.e. during lovemaking or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities.

The Snake Charmer
A long skinny shit which has managed to coil itself into a frightening position – usually harmless.

The Olympic Shit
This shit occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinker’s Shit.

The Back-To-Nature Shit
This shit may be of any variety but is always deposited either in the woods or while hiding behind the passenger side of your car.

The Pebbles-From-Heaven Shit
An adorable collection of small turds in a cluster, often a gift from God when you actually can’t shit.

Premeditated Shit
Laxative induced. Doesn’t count.

Shitzopherenia
Fear of shitting – can be fatal!

Energizer Vs. Duracell Shit
Also known as a “Still Going” shit.

The Power Dump Shit
The kind that comes out so fast, you barely get your pants down when you’re done.

The Liquid Plumber Shit
This kind of shit is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor. (You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Shit.)

The Spinal Tap Shit
The kind of shit that hurts so much coming out, you’d swear it’s got to be coming out sideways.

The “I Think I’m Giving Birth Through My Asshole” Shit
Similar to the Lincoln Log and The Spinal Tap Shits. The shape and size of the turd resembles a tall boy beer can. Vacuous air space remains in the rectum for some time afterwards.

The Porridge Shit
The type that comes out like toothpaste, and just keeps on coming. You have two choices: a) flush and keep going, or b) risk it piling up to your butt while you sit there helpless.

The “I’m Going To Chew My Food Better” Shit
When the bag of Doritos you ate last night lacerates the insides of your rectum on the way out in the morning.

The “I Think I’m Turning Into A Bunny” Shit
When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splashing sounds when they hit the water.

The “What The Hell Died In Here?” Shit
Also sometimes referred to as “The Toxic Dump”. Of course you don’t warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odour. Instead, you stand innocently near the door and enjoy the show as they run out gagging and gasping for air.

The “I Just Know There’s A Turd Still Dangling There” Shit
Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop off because if you wipe now, it’s going to smear all over the place.

“AW SHIT”
“I have to take a shit”

I fuck your mother, guaranteed. Giggity!

Oda “iubitului” dictator:

La multi ani draga Traian.
Nu mai avem niciun ban
Sa-ti facem si noi surpriza,
Acum, in mijloc de criza.

La mult ani draga carmaci.
Ne-ai lasat pe toti saraci.
N-avem ce sa-ti luam cadou,
Fiindc-o ducem tot mai rau.

La multi ani draga Basescu,
Esti iubit ca Ceausescu.
Si-n decembrie, ca el
Ce-o sa zbori tu, Traienel.

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Chinuita mea “poezie”

Basecu cel chelios,
Pe el, de noi il doare’n os.
Joaca bine la TV
Si apoi ne-o da pe neve.

Am fost prosti si l-am votat
Si basel teapa ne-a dat.
Ne-a promis sarea cu marea
Dar nea-a dat doar: “Muie ti-am spus”.

Acum mai vrea un mandat,
Sa-i mai cumpere Udrei un iaht.
Haideti sa ii dam cu flit,
Baselului cel mic !

In fine, explicau ei cum sta treaba, dupa care au iesit reporterii afara si au cerut parerile cetatenilor.
Multi dintre ei nu stiau despre aceste site-uri.

Dupa multe intrebari si multi cetateni care nu aveau habar de asa ceva, ajunge si la ultimul:

Reporter: Ce parere aveti despre treaba asta? Va descurcati pe aceste site-uri?
Cetateanul: Ma descurc cat-de-cat. Imi dau eu seama cum sta treaba
Reporter: Si vi se pare eficient?
La care cetateanul da replica: Ei nu te asculta “face to face”, d’apoi pe internet.

“Vânatul a căzut în ferma mea! Este al meu!”, strigă fermierul.

Însă orăşeanul nu se lasă mai prejos: “Dar eu l-am împuşcat! Daţi-mi-l înapoi!”, răspunde el.

“Prea bine, atunci. Dacă vrei să îţi iei înapoi fazanul, va trebui să jucăm “ţărăneasca” “, a continuat ţăranul.

“Ce e asta?”, întreabă orăşeanul. “Ei bine, îţi voi da un şut între picioare, iar apoi va fi rândul tău să îmi tragi un şut. Acela care va ţipa mai puţin va câştiga fazanul”, explică ţăranul.

Orăşeanul acceptă şi ia poziţia necesară. Ţăranul îşi ia elan şi îi trage un şut năprasnic între picioare. Vânătorul se prăbuşeşte şi se zbate de durere. După 20 de minute, el reuşeşte cu greu să se ridice în picioare.

“Acum e rândul meu” spune orăşeanul.

“Nuuu…”, răspunde ţăranul rânjind. “Poţi să păstrezi raţa”.

Nu mi se pare cel mai haios, mi se pare cel mult tare Sondaj de cacao…

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