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		<title>JRA: New page:  Written by: ''Stolen from some comments section''  One fateful day I was taking my pre-lunch personal time in the dining hall bathroom, minding my own business. There was another stall an...</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;New page:  Written by: &amp;#039;&amp;#039;Stolen from some comments section&amp;#039;&amp;#039;  One fateful day I was taking my pre-lunch personal time in the dining hall bathroom, minding my own business. There was another stall an...&lt;/p&gt;
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One fateful day I was taking my pre-lunch personal time in the dining hall bathroom, minding my own business. There was another stall and two urinals available. All of a sudden, some guy Usain Bolts in and starts trying to tear my stall door off its hinges. After I yell that I'm in there he keeps pounding on the door and grunting softly, like a wounded ogre that's still enraged but's slowly running out of energy. I sat there scared shitless, as in not really scared but put off enough that I could no longer shit. Eventually he goes in the stall next to me and lets off the most disgusting-sounding, vile-smelling shit I have ever witnessed. If I were to use onomotopia, I would say that he &amp;quot;fffffLLERRRRRRRRRRPPPPed.&amp;quot; As I sat staring at the stall wall, comprehending the disaster next to me, the guy sprints right out of the bathroom without even washing his hands. I yelled &amp;quot;flush the toilet asshole!&amp;quot; and resolved to do it myself once the post traumatic stress wore off.&lt;br /&gt;
With the determined composure of a cop bursting into an armed suspect's house I plunged into the stall, and what I saw would shock even the most experienced pooper. This was no toilet, but actually an old, out-of-service janitor's shower where they used to fill up mop buckets. This man had left a massive, dripping elephant dung piled in the center and splashed all over the place. I can't imagine how some poor bastard cleaned this up, but there's no way he did a good enough job- that shit will probably haunt that bathroom until the end of time.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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