If it is coming from my own body, I don't really care.
If it is coming from someone else's body... poop is way worse. The summer after high school I worked at a summer camp, and one session I got placed with a boys group... which was a bit difficult because not all 10 year old boys really take to girl counselors. One of the boys in my group had a problem (which his parents failed to tell us about) where he would shat his pants literally ALL the time. So randomly throughout the day we'd catch waff's of his poo, and I would have to clean out his pants and then he'd have to go shower. It was terrible.
Anyways, the poopy kid really didn't like me (maybe because I didn't like him) and one night when we were on an overnight hike he took a dump in the doorway of the tent because he knew I would step in it. Which I did. With bare feet.
I sat in the river for so long scrubbing my feet with rocks and water, but I swear I couldn't get the smell off of me. So yeah.... I hate other people's poop.
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If it is coming from my own body, I don't really care.
If it is coming from someone else's body... poop is way worse. The summer after high school I worked at a summer camp, and one session I got placed with a boys group... which was a bit difficult because not all 10 year old boys really take to girl counselors. One of the boys in my group had a problem (which his parents failed to tell us about) where he would shat his pants literally ALL the time. So randomly throughout the day we'd catch waff's of his poo, and I would have to clean out his pants and then he'd have to go shower. It was terrible.
Anyways, the poopy kid really didn't like me (maybe because I didn't like him) and one night when we were on an overnight hike he took a dump in the doorway of the tent because he knew I would step in it. Which I did. With bare feet.
I sat in the river for so long scrubbing my feet with rocks and water, but I swear I couldn't get the smell off of me. So yeah.... I hate other people's poop.
That's disgusting! Why would someone put poop somewhere where you could possibly step in it!
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If it is coming from my own body, I don't really care.
If it is coming from someone else's body... poop is way worse. The summer after high school I worked at a summer camp, and one session I got placed with a boys group... which was a bit difficult because not all 10 year old boys really take to girl counselors. One of the boys in my group had a problem (which his parents failed to tell us about) where he would shat his pants literally ALL the time. So randomly throughout the day we'd catch waff's of his poo, and I would have to clean out his pants and then he'd have to go shower. It was terrible.
Anyways, the poopy kid really didn't like me (maybe because I didn't like him) and one night when we were on an overnight hike he took a dump in the doorway of the tent because he knew I would step in it. Which I did. With bare feet.
I sat in the river for so long scrubbing my feet with rocks and water, but I swear I couldn't get the smell off of me. So yeah.... I hate other people's poop.
Dude, that sounds EXACTLY like my french camp in 1995. Same scenario and story. Was your councellor name Maverick????
I could change my kids poopy diapers pretty easily, but when my 3 year old got the stomach flu and was barfing everywhere, that pretty much was the limit for me
I walked into my son's room one morning and he had taken off his diaper and smeared poop over every square inch of his room he could get at. I'll take puke over that any day of the week.
I think puke is almost always worse. A buddy of mine was supervising a final exam one day when the air conditioning in the school was broken. It was in a room that somehow still had carpet on the floor and in all honesty it was 30C or more in that room. This kid just sat up real straight and barfed all over his desk, splashing the person in front of him. My buddy helplessly yells out, "Run to the bathroom James!" and the kid just turns sideways in his desk and lets out another barf flood all over his shoes and the carpet, then staggers out of the room and down to the office. My buddy calls the office to send the caretaker up but he can't shampoo/superclean the carpet with the exam taking place so he just pours some sawdust or something all over the puddles. There was still an hour left in the exam as well.
This is easy.... clearly it's puke.
If I drop a deuce I'm proud of, I'll take a picture. Puke, there will never be a picture taken. So I guess if something is included in a photo, then it can't be that bad.
