In keeping with the theme Blowouts, here's a story I posted a while ago and now I think its funny.
One day a couple of years ago our daughter came over to make a crock of homemade beans for us. Now I like beans but these were especially good, three helpings good, and you're probably ahead of me by now. Anyway about three in the morning I woke up with my pouch stretched to the max, as I made my way to the bathroom gently holding onto the pouch and as I made it into the bathroom, WHOOPS, there she blows, about three feet ahead of me on the floor lay the pouch, after backfiring all over me and now all over the floor, what a F*&%# mess, and I had to clean up the bathroom before I could get in the shower clothes and all, my tee shirt and pajamas were all lathered up before I even thought of removing them. After getting all cleaned up and was ready to put on the new flange, you guessed it, spurt, spurt and down my leg and onto the floor, luckily I still had the mop and bucket there and after more cleaning I finally got the flange on and put on a new pouch and as I was putting on the clip, just in time as I felt this huge squirt, ha, betcha, asshole, but now it seems funny and now I never have more than two helpings, and that's my story, Ed
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