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<blockquote data-quote="Brock" data-source="post: 872255" data-attributes="member: 544716">heres a funny one...The year is 2003 and I am making the journey from Valencia to Estado Falcon (about a 6 hour drive) in Venezuela with my friend Maria, her twin sister Claudia, and their mother.&nbsp; The night before we had spent a very drunken night on the town in Valencia going to bars and eating random foods from street vendors...(finally making it home at about 6 am only to leave the next morning at about 8:30).&nbsp; The &#039;eating random foods from street vendors&#039; part would eventually lead to my demise.&nbsp; As we got about 4 hours from home I couldn&#039;t take the pain any longer, I had to shit, badly.&nbsp; I informed my friends of the problem and we eventually stopped at some shady hut looking deal on the side of the road in the Venezuelan countryside on top of a bunch of mountains.&nbsp; As I went to the back bathroom (if you would call it that) to take a shit, I felt like I was going to explode.&nbsp; Luckily, I made it in time to take the longest shit of my life...about 30 minutes, however, after I started to let it all out I noticed that there wasnt any toilet paper, and then quickly realized these people probably didn&#039;t use it this far away from the city.&nbsp; When I was done I was forced to use my T-Shirt to wipe and it was a good thing I had on an XL because I needed every bit of cloth that thing was made of.&nbsp; After tossing my shirt out the window I quickly snuck back to the car to borrow another one out of Maria&#039;s bag she had in the car.&nbsp; Im sure the poor people of whatever hill I happened to be on will cherish their memory of my stinky American shirt covered in shit forever.//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/uhoh.gif.c07307dd22ee7e63e22fc8e9c614d1fd.gif</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Brock, post: 872255, member: 544716"] heres a funny one... The year is 2003 and I am making the journey from Valencia to Estado Falcon (about a 6 hour drive) in Venezuela with my friend Maria, her twin sister Claudia, and their mother. The night before we had spent a very drunken night on the town in Valencia going to bars and eating random foods from street vendors...(finally making it home at about 6 am only to leave the next morning at about 8:30). The 'eating random foods from street vendors' part would eventually lead to my demise. As we got about 4 hours from home I couldn't take the pain any longer, I had to shit, badly. I informed my friends of the problem and we eventually stopped at some shady hut looking deal on the side of the road in the Venezuelan countryside on top of a bunch of mountains. As I went to the back bathroom (if you would call it that) to take a shit, I felt like I was going to explode. Luckily, I made it in time to take the longest shit of my life...about 30 minutes, however, after I started to let it all out I noticed that there wasnt any toilet paper, and then quickly realized these people probably didn't use it this far away from the city. When I was done I was forced to use my T-Shirt to wipe and it was a good thing I had on an XL because I needed every bit of cloth that thing was made of. After tossing my shirt out the window I quickly snuck back to the car to borrow another one out of Maria's bag she had in the car. Im sure the poor people of whatever hill I happened to be on will cherish their memory of my stinky American shirt covered in shit forever. [IMG]//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/uhoh.gif.c07307dd22ee7e63e22fc8e9c614d1fd.gif[/IMG] [/QUOTE]

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