I’m proud to say it’s one of the better posts I’ve made in the past month or so.
That being said, today I’ve decided to follow up the success of that gloriously shit-stained post by putting together a list of foods that I’ve done battle with on the porcelain throne over the years.
Please bear in mind that this list is based entirely of my personal experience, as well as through knowledge imparted to me by others comfortable enough to do so.
That being said, the following will be quite detailed, and very likely; too graphic for some.
You have been warned.
A personal favorite of mine (eating it right now in fact!).
I’ve built up a tolerance to it over the years, but newbies will be greeted with frequent and chunky shits containing undigested, and still quite yellow, fragments of mango.
Said effects only manifest when consumed in mass quantities.
Not painful to deal with, but the frequency of shits can be troublesome if you have an upcoming social occasion.
Best eaten/OD’ed on when your schedule is clear for the day.
Note: Philippine brand mango is recommended, as it easily the highest quality. Stay away from Top Food’s bulk version though.
Last time I checked, mango wasn’t orange…
Not as tasty as mango, but extremely easy to OD on due to the richness of the fruit.
Results in slight constipation, and slight headache if consumed in mass quantities.
Can occasionally cause one’s shit to become mucus-like in consistency.
Be mindful of over-indulging, as it can result in an itchy sensation in the rectum that makes it difficult to gauge the urgency of impending shits.
Seriously, it’s like your anus is pulling a rope-a-dope on your nervous system, tricking it into thinking it needs to drop a deuce when there’s simply no deuces to drop.
Extremely frustrating to contend with, as constipation is equally as likely to manifest as the never ending, itchy “good God, I need to shit like a camel needs to spit” sensation.
Recommended in small portions, or not at all; as dried mango is a billion times more tasty anyway…
A tasty peanut butter alternative that goes down smooth, but puts on a helluva’ fight on the way out.
As mentioned above, it produces no noticeable symptoms upon initial consumption, however it grows fangs/balls sometime during the digestion process, resulting in sneakily urgent shits later in the day.
Said evacuation process is actually not so much painful, as it is uncomfortable and anti-climactic.
Uncomfortable in the sense that one’s shits produce an irritating itching sensation, not to mention are rendered disappointingly miniscule by man-standards.
(Yes, we have standards for that.)
Anti-climactic in the sense that one’s body goes ape-shit telling them they need to get to a toilet right now, so they can anally evict the rampaging shit-leopard from their bowels before it quite literally tears them a new asshole, only to find that the resulting ass-leavings were a shit-kitty at best.
Still, that itching sensation can be epicly frustrating…
Don’t let the friendly mascot of the hot Mexican chick fool you, raisins claim the porcelain throne as their second home, carving their name into the asshole of any man foolish enough to challenge them on their turf.
Seriously man, raisins are tough customers.
Consumption results in severe gas and an unrelenting feeling of “oh my God, I need to take a shit so bad” so severe, that most men opt to spend the remainder of the day in the John, y’now, just in case.
Despite this, the process of sending raisins on the endless descent into the white bowl of doom is where the actual wrecking of one’s shit generally occurs.
Said shit is akin to experiencing the crippling “oh my God, why won’t my ass stop crying” symptoms of diarrhea, while undergoing the “holy shit, why won’t my anus come out and play?” symptoms of constipation.
Seriously, the resulting shit is a marathon of anal endurance; the likes of which few can endure.
It’s like a 12 round war of attrition, broken up by frequent, and unsettling bouts of clinching.
Or is that “clenching?”
Despite one’s best efforts, in this particular equation, one is simply doomed to ride out the literal shit-storm of anal flotsam and debris that will very likely adorn their bathroom walls over the next 15-360 minutes.
Make no mistake, war is hell; especially when fought on the crapper…
Cheese (Any of the Cow variety):
I am Japanese.
History teaches us that, for a very long time, my people had no cows.
Make no mistake, when it comes to foods that wreck my shit, few things of this Earth can do so as quickly, efficiently, and as unfailingly as dairy products.
While eggnog is a close second, I honestly feel that cheeses have the greatest capacity to tear my rectum inside out and fold it over my head like a shitty hockey player on the receiving end of a particularly savage hockey beatdown.
Consumption of cheese results in noticeable symptoms right off the bat.
It all starts with the “cheese sweats.”
Y’know, that nasty feeling where you feel all greasy and short of breath every time you exert yourself even a little.
Once the “cheese sweats” have settled in, then the nasal congestion starts to rear it’s ugly head, making you look like an ass as you constantly snort and blow your nose in a lame attempt to keep from breathing through your mouth like a loser.
Seriously, nobody likes a mouth breather.
Once all of that has settled in, things finally come to a head as the dreaded “cheese gas” starts acting up, causing your anus to cough up clouds of all sorts of Evil Cow God cursed gasses that no man (or woman) of this Earth are meant to (nor able to) contend with.
Make no mistake, when an Asian declares bathroom jihad on a product of the dairy clan; collateral damage is not only expected, it’s a certainty.
That being said, unless you’re comfortable with living out the rest of your days knowing that a handful of people’s faces were Ark of the Covenant-ed by the noxious “cheese gas” crop-dusting from your shit-hole on your long march to the porcelain theater of war, I would suggest removing one’s self from any public venues before consuming any cheeses.
Despite the immense possibilities for public humiliation, doing battle with cheese is much like taking on a bully.
He may put on a big bravado, humiliating you from time to time, and even going so far as getting physical with you every now and again; but once you get him into the ring and start trading with him, he folds like the lips of your anus in the off-season.
In short, the actual battle with cheese is rather brief, and actually ends up feeling like a relief after all the tortuous build-up.
Either that, or you get diarrhea.
Really BAD diarrhea…