[joke]Don't use cell phones in the bathroom


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+warwagon

This is what I call a Neowin Joke Rerun. Yes this has been posted before, but in my book this is the funniest thing I've ever read in the jokes section. In my 10 years at Neowin

1/2 of you will think it's childish, immature and not the least bit funny.

The other 1/2 will find it so funny, their eyes will water with tears of laughter.

Don't use Cell Phones in the Bathroom

Enjoy!

All in all, it hadn't been a good day. Bad traffic, a malfunctioning computer, incompetent coworkers and a sore back all made me a seething cauldron of rage. But more importantly for this story, it had been over forty-eight hours since I'd last taken a dump. I'd tried to jumpstart the process, beginning my day with a bowl of bowel-cleansing fiber cereal, following it with six cups of coffee at work, and adding a bean-laden lunch at Taco Bell. As I was returning home from work, my insides let me know with subtle rumbles and the emission of the occasional tiny fart that Big Things would be happening soon. Alas, I had to stop at the mall to pick up an order for my wife. I completed this task, and as I was walking past the stores on my way backto the car, I noticed a large sale sign proclaiming, "Everything Must Go!" This was prophetic, for my colon informed me with a sudden violent cramp and a wet, squeaky fart that everything was indeed about to go. I hurried to the mall bathrooms. I surveyed the five stalls, which I have numbered 0 through 4 (I write a lot of software) for your convenience:

0.Occupied.

1.Clean, but Bathroom Protocol forbids its use, as it's next to the occupied one.

2.Poo on seat.

3.Poo and toilet paper in bowl, unidentifiable liquid splattered on seat.

4.No toilet paper, no stall door, unidentifiable sticky object near base of

toilet.

Clearly, it had to be Stall ..1. I trudged back, entered, dropped trou and sat down. I'm normally a fairly Shameful ******. I wasn't happy about being next to the occupied stall, but Big Things were afoot.

I was just getting ready to bear down when all of a sudden the sweet sounds of Beethoven came from next door, followed by a fumbling, and then the sound of a voice answering the ringing phone. As usual for a cell phone conversation, the voice was exactly 8 dB louder than it needed to be. Out of Shameful habit, my sphincter slammed shut. The inane conversation went on and on. Mr. ****** was blathering to Mrs. ****** about the ****ty day he had. I sat there, cramping and miserable, waiting for him to finish. As the loud conversation dragged on, I became angrier and angrier, thinking that I, too, had a crappy day, but I was too polite to yak about in public. My bowels let me know in no uncertain terms that if I didn't get crapping soon, my day would be getting even crappier.

Finally my anger reached a point that overcame Shamefulness. I no longer cared. I gripped the toilet paper holder with one hand, braced my other hand against the side of the stall, and pushed with all my might. I was rewarded with a fart of colossal magnitude -- a cross between the sound of someone ripping a very wet bed sheet in half and of plywood being torn off a wall. The sound gradually transitioned into a heavily modulated low-RPM tone, not unlike someone firing up a Harley. I managed to hit the resonance frequency of the stall, and it shook gently.

Once my ass cheeks stopped flapping in the breeze, three things became apparent:

(1) The next-door conversation had ceased;

(2) my colon's continued seizing indicated that there was more to come; and

(3) the bathroom was now beset by a horrible, eldritch stench.

It was as if a gateway to Hell had been opened. The foul miasma quickly made its way underthe stall and began choking my poop-mate. This initial "herald" fart had ended his conversation in mid-sentence.

"Oh my God," I heard him utter, following it with suppressed sounds of choking, and then, "No, baby, that wasn't me (cough, gag), you could hear that (gag)??"

Now there was no stopping me. I pushed for all I was worth. I could swear that in the resulting cacophony of rips, squirts, splashes, poots, and blasts, I was actually lifted slightly off the pot. The amount of stuff in me was incredible. It sprayed against the bowl with tremendous force. Later, in surveying the damage, I'd see that liquid poop had actually managed to

ricochet out of the bowl and run down the side on to the floor. But for now, all I could do was hang on for the ride.

Next door I could hear him fumbling with the paper dispenser as he desperately tried to finish his task. Little snatches of conversation made themselves heard over my anal symphony: "Gotta go... horrible... throw up... in my mouth... not... make it... tell the kids... love them... oh God..." followed by more sounds of suppressed gagging and retching.

Alas, it is evidently difficult to hold one's phone and wipe one's bum at the same time. Just as my high-pressure abuse of the toilet was winding down, I heard a plop and splash from next door, followed by string of swear words and gags. My poop-mate had dropped his phone into the toilet.

There was a lull in my production, and the restroom became deathly quiet. I could envision him standing there, wondering what to do. A final anal announcement came trumpeting from my behind, small chunks plopping noisily into the water. That must have been the last straw. I heard a flush, a fumbling with the lock, and then the stall door was thrown open. I heard him running out of the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

After a considerable amount of paperwork, I got up and surveyed the damage. I felt bad for the janitor who'd be forced to deal with this, but I knew that flushing was not an option. No toilet in the world could handle that unholy mess. Flushing would only lead to a floor flooded with filth.

As I left, I glanced into the next-door stall. Nothing remained in the bowl. Had he flushed his phone, or had he plucked it out and left the bathroom with nasty unwashed hands? The world will never know.

I exited the bathroom, momentarily proud and Shameless, looking around for a face glaring at me. But I saw no one. I suspect that somehow my supernatural elimination has managed to transfer my Shamefulness to my anonymous poop-mate. I think it'll be a long time before he can bring himself to poop in public -- and I doubt he'll ever again answer his cell phone in the loo. And this, my friends, is why you should never talk on your phone in the bathroom.

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Biotoxic_hazard_835

LMFAO :rofl:

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Geoffrey B.

As I do frequently I was reading this in bed with my MacBook. I laughed so fervently I woke my wife up, she asked me what was so funny, so I had her read it. She enjoyed the laugh as well.

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*RedBull*

Honestly, I'm not opposed to bathroom humour but this failed severly IMHO.

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curme

I don't get it.

A guy was talking on his cell-phone, and the guy next to him made a lot of noise? Was that the joke?

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mps69

Yip that was funny, can't beat a good bit of toilet humor, and very well written too. :laugh:

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Nebula2020

^ Yep, where's the funny?

:(

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dnast

where's the funny?

Well you guys were warned. :p

I found it mildly funny, myself. I have to say that this is the most well written poop joke I've come across. :)

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XerXis

i'm in the 1/2 that don't find this story funny, although I normally enjoy the occasional bit of toilet humour. Doesn't help of course that I have come accross this story many times ;)

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fix-this!

Honestly, I'm not opposed to bathroom humour but this failed severly IMHO.

yeah i didn't think it was that funny either.

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Jan

Funny in places, the rest were quite boring.

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thE_qubE

not so much a joke but nevertheless a very funny story! :laugh:

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ajua

The writing is the best about this...

Entertaining read, though.

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Singh400
This is the best joke I've seen in the same sort of situation :rofl:
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+warwagon

I couldn't really think of a joke to end the week. So I thought I would just bump this one. if you aren't into toilet humor you will probably think this is really stupid. Although, if you do like toilet humor it may cause tears to stream down your face.

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FMH

(And you wonder, why you get bullied! ;) )

And in between, is this written by you? Very well-written.

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+warwagon

(And you wonder, why you get bullied! ;) )

And in between, is this written by you? Very well-written.

Hell no! I didn't write it. Although I wish I did!

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BigGiantHead

This is the best joke I've seen in the same sort of situation :rofl:

LMFAO!! :D :D

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The Guvnor

Glad you liked the joke, it got the original poster banned within 2 weeks of posting it.

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T4G3RXIII

I lmfao'd because it has happened before... Well not dropping the cell but the one who cleared the rest room.

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+warwagon

Glad you liked the joke, it got the original poster banned within 2 weeks of posting it.

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whitebread

This joke/story made me lol :p

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The Guvnor

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Sure why not?

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DJD

I always love reading this one!

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