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Post by whyamisobig on Oct 9, 2006 12:31:13 GMT -5
 slow day at work and slow day on the Bevel. Anyone get any good stories from Ellicotville last weekend? |
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Post by vinnypunditsheros on Oct 9, 2006 14:07:18 GMT -5
I didn't go to Octobeerfest; I had a wedding. It started out normal with a few beers and some sea-food kebobs. Then I farted. Then I almost farted again, but held it in because it would be more than wind.
I snuck off with a buddy of mine who had to piss to find the bathroom. He was under the impression I had to pee. We found a shitter and I made a bee line for the roomy handicapped stall. I didn't even build a nest. I sat down and let loose a seemingly unending stream of diarhea. It sounded like I tipped a water bottle upside-down into the toilet.
My buddy informed me it is the worst sounding/ smelling thing he has ever smelled/ heard and exited the shitter.
Now I'm in trouble. Will this be what I do all night? I hope not and head back into the party for dinner. I eat and continue drinking. Then it was time for Round Two on the crapper.
I hear a group of people discussing sneaking off to the bar across the street to watch the Sabres-Senators game. I take this opportunity to go find some Pepto Bismol or Immodium AD before I have to shit again. I wander around downtown Buffalo and all the stores are closed since it's not during business hours. As a last hope, I walked into the Hyatt hotel gift shop and found an 8 0unce bottle of Pepto for $5. I bought it and drank half the bottle. I haven't pooped since.
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Post by whyamisobig on Oct 9, 2006 14:10:41 GMT -5
shitter. lol, good filtering!
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Post by bonafide on Oct 9, 2006 15:34:37 GMT -5
I'm wondering if there should be a recommended BEVELATOR EMERGENCY KIT...kinda like those disaster kits that Homeand Security recommends taht everyone have in the event of another large terorrist attack.
Let's see...the BEVELATOR EMERGENCY KIT might have like have 4 Imodium pills, 3 condoms, etc. etc..
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Post by oleanron on Oct 9, 2006 16:07:30 GMT -5
I didn't go to Octobeerfest; I had a wedding. It started out normal with a few beers and some sea-food kebobs. Then I farted. Then I almost farted again, but held it in because it would be more than wind. I snuck off with a buddy of mine who had to piss to find the bathroom. He was under the impression I had to pee. We found a poopter and I made a bee line for the roomy handicapped stall. I didn't even build a nest. I sat down and let loose a seemingly unending stream of diarhea. It sounded like I tipped a water bottle upside-down into the toilet. My buddy informed me it is the worst sounding/ smelling thing he has ever smelled/ heard and exited the poopter. Now I'm in trouble. Will this be what I do all night? I hope not and head back into the party for dinner. I eat and continue drinking. Then it was time for Round Two on the crapper. I hear a group of people discussing sneaking off to the bar across the street to watch the Sabres-Senators game. I take this opportunity to go find some Pepto Bismol or Immodium AD before I have to poop again. I wander around downtown Buffalo and all the stores are closed since it's not during business hours. As a last hope, I walked into the Hyatt hotel gift shop and found an 8 0unce bottle of Pepto for $5. I bought it and drank half the bottle. I haven't pooped since. I had that very same reaction when I saw The Santa Clause 2. |
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Post by CosmonautLaunchPad on Oct 9, 2006 19:52:45 GMT -5
I'm guessing it was a slow day on the Bevel because a lot of us had Columbus day off. One of the perks of working for the Government.
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Post by mikenice on Oct 10, 2006 19:47:31 GMT -5
Oktoberfest stories, eh?
Well, I snobbed two different girls on back to back nights and was close to a third on the third night, but she was having second thoughts since she "sort of" had a boyfriend. Plus I started passing out.
On Saturday, we took two cars from bonas to Ellicottville. Apparently students and such rented a few buses to and from Eville. I hadn't heard about this until it was too late all the buses were filled. So, I see the buses are loading at night and I sprint over where some kids I know are on. Bus is full, get off.
I get in the crowd for the next bus. Everyone that paid and was supposed to be on the bus had a brown piece of yarn tied around their wrist. The bus driver is checking every wrist. So I have to think fast.
All of a sudden this group of 40 year olds trys getting on the bus. Guys start going nuts, "hey, we paid for this fuckin bus. Get the fuck outta here." People start shoving and trying to pull these boarding elders off. There's an old couple at the top of the steps and the bus driver's telling them they can't ride this bus. I start sneaking up the steps behind them and go, "yeah, get the fuck off are bus we paid for this." The bus driver didn't look for my band and I nestled into a nice back seat.
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Post by southhampton on Oct 21, 2006 9:49:35 GMT -5
I just farted so bad, my sister rode two miles with her head out the window so she wouldnt smell it. Note: it is 40 degrees out
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Post by bonafide on Oct 21, 2006 11:20:10 GMT -5
Yesterday I was eating lunch at Mexican restaurant with a group of former co-workers when I farted just as I was taking the first bite out of a steak fajita. That mf Genny Cream Ale the night before was really doing its thing. Anyway, I turned to the chic sitting next to me and asked "does the food in this restaurant smell kinda strong to you?" She replied "mmmmmmmm I really like Mexican food that way." So I nearly lost my shit right then. Anyway, I finished the meal and could feel my stomach rumbling like a mf so I excused myself and went to the shitter where I unloaded a multiple shart. Now that I think about it, I should've unloaded on the chic's plate instead.
Aloha!
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