Moor Park

06 Mar 2010 5 Comments

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If you’re thinking that this is some post about an out of the way park named Moor in Mars (land of the so called men), then you’re dead wrong. In fact, you’re so wrong you wouldn’t even be able to imagine the punchline behind this post title. But if you’re a wise crack like I sometimes am or clairvoyant or telepathic, then you’re probably already LYAO (laughing your arse off)-ing. Then again, chances of that are probably slimmer than Paris Hilton so I’ll just get down to telling you, dear and greatly appreciated unique visitor or regular page viewer slash reader. If you read Moor Park from the right, it’s actually Krap Room. This post is specifically about emergency crapping.

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Well, my dude Ash said that crapping in itself is an emergency but I beg to differ. Excretion is not really an emergency, but a natural biological cycle and routine. Emergency crapping is caused by feeling Nature in one’s what-would-be-a-neat-colloquial-term-for-intestines at the wrong place and at the wrong time(s). Emergency crapping is done out of one’s regular crap schedule and at the wrong crap room (of course its still done in a loo! Or maybe not…in which case would be a crap corner). This usually happens when one has diarrhea and is experiencing loose bowel movement (LBM). Like I did, yesterday (and still a bit now. One can never tell…). Embarrassing as it is, I shall share the experience.

On second thought, I’d rather not. Point is, I emergency crapped twice yesterday. And it sucked. Nuff said.