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Post your "FEARS" or else...

I fear every time my teenage son is out of my house. I fear that he will do something impulsively stupid, or that someone around him will, or that he will be in the wrong place at the wrong time, or that someone with a gun and maybe a badge will decide that he is intimidating or suspicious or some damn thing, and I will get a phone call or a knock on my door.
 
Bees/wasps, etc.

Dancing (wedding coming up in December where I'm told I have to dance with the maid of honour...)

Dying.

Not being able to care for my family.
 
Im scared of watching graphic horror movies. Horror movies aren't like what they used to be like back in the 50s.
 
I went in the bathroom to Release the Spirit™, one day at work, and there was a foot long turd in there. This was Employees Only, so that made it even scarier, because it had a diameter over 2 inches, I'd say - probably more. And presumably, it had been there a while, because it was sort of peeling in an odd, waterlogged way. In my foolishness, I did try to flush it, but this monster was too solid! It just spun like a bottle, in some kissing game. I reported it, because I didn't want it to get lodged in the throat of the toilet and cause an overflow, by someone else later. (The source of the offending obstical was never discovered, though I had my suspicions.) So a friend of mine there ended up getting the task of chopping this log up with a wire hanger. Better him than Me, I said! Hell, I'll still say it ...

Once I got into an online discussion with someone who had a HUGE problem and that huge problem was the massive post constipation log she had left in her toilet which she was deeply embarrassed about and did not wish her husband or step kids to see. It did not flush. No, it seemed to barnacaizing to the bowl. So of course I advised her, being very helpful etc.. and told her to go out into the yard, get a stick, and break that mutha up into a great many piece and FLUSH it to freedom. And throw the stick away.

She told ME and this was years ago I have never gotten over it that there were no sticks. She lived in Utah. There was only dirt. This just blew my mind as even living in a city I have had ready access to sticks. That day I truly learned about multiculturalism.
 
bullies
post-apocalytic scenaria

...and, thanks to my good friend 'Takes, I will never take another dump in my life.

jeezus

"...peeling in an odd, waterlogged way..."

"...but this monster was too solid!..."

never again
 
Obviously you don't look.

oh, no quite the opposite, I have been known to peek at the poop from way back, yes, indeedy bob!

However, comma, 'Frakes has described and redefined turddom in such a graphic way as to close a sphincter faster than a Cardassian disruptor closing the Bajoran Wormhole.

Faster than the Kelvin getting shoved up Nero's ass on the Narada
 
I look with the eye of a SoulSeer...a true Vision-Arie. He Who Sees Truly.

But I am but a Turdling compared to the Discoverer of Dimensional Dumps
 
Some day a doctor will ask you allll about it and you will be ashamed and with nothing of worth to say. Meanwhile 2takes will be PREVENTING the PREVENTABLE by his careful study of the topic.
 
I'm not telling anyone what my fears are. Because then, they'd know. And that's scary.
 
Thread curve, sorry, but can someone please tell me what "jumping the shark" means?
 
Having felt inspired by The Story of No Sticks, I've written this-here poem:

Untitled
by 2takesfrakes

She hears my grunts and growls
can't move my bowels
No bullet to bite on
I grip the towels
Fecal impaction's got traction
Need a chemical reaction
An enema ranked high
on Customer Satisfaction
 
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