If you visited the haus earlier today, you’ll notice that the previous post has magically disappeared. I removed it because I’m all about the quality, and quite frankly, Previous Post did not past the sniff test.
But you know what does? EXPLOSIVE DIARRHEA! That shit is comedy gold!
That being said, and without further ado I present:
The Incredible Ryan’s Steakhouse Story or Hey, that’s totally happened to me before! (Because it has. But I was at the Diarrhea Corral).
(FYI – for all your adult diaper needs, please see mrtl or say hello to ancient geezer, ScottyGee.)
Goodness me. Thanks for sharing.
Hey now, you can’t get rid of me that easily. I will follow you into the bathroom!
Can you get thrown out of a Diahrrea Corrall for that? Mr. Lover Can!
Oh. My. God. Truth is stranger than fiction.
mrtl – No prob babe! Explosive diarrhea – it’s always a winner.
Mr. Lover Can – Bwa ha ha.
wordgirl – Apparently there’s a photo out there somewhere supports the story… simmer on that one.
I’ve read that before, but I still assume that it is an urban legend. A damn funny one, but still.
QueenBee – I read it yesterday for the first time, and urban legend or no, I give total props to the mad genius who wrote this. Not only is it insanely hysterical, it’s also very well written -something that many storytellers can’t pull off.
I’ve always preferred the Corral over Ryans. Now I know why.
I am sure it’s not true, but it was so wel done it had me crying when I read it and visualized everything. Reminded me of the pie eating contest in Stand By Me.
I can SO relate.
(well… not the having Balls and doing “the MOVE” bit… but duuuuude….)
CLASSIC. absolutely classic.
that would REALLY suck!
O.K. This may be an urban legend, but Ruby’s husband has a similar story about himself which was witnessed by many friends and several unfortunate San Diego drunks. It involves a bar called “The Open Bar”, too much booze, and a bathroom you wouldn’t “shit on” let alone “shit in”. There was, indeed, nastiness on the floor and seat. He tried to “contain” but failed. Unfortunately, this was when we were interns, he had no nice wife, and the people in the bar could smell it (bathroom door right next to bar) and were screaming, “What sick F*** did that?” So he cleaned up as best he could, ran out the side door, and jumped in some poor, unsuspecting cab. He told this story at Thanksgiving. His great grandmother looked on in horror while his sister and I nearly pissed ourselves laughing and his Dad had to stumble cross-legged to the bathroom. No urban legend. Swear on Keanu Reeves.
This story has been kicking around the net 4-EV-UR! I think I read a similar version, though I remember a much more redneck bent in the narration, back in ’94 or ’95. Very, very funny.
Ohmygod…haven’t laughed that hard is so long! Tears were streaming down my face and my co-worker said I was turning blue from laughing so hard.