I'm sorry, I just can't help it...

your jaded by talking with me for too long, everyone else seems normal in comparision

My favorite part

*nods vigorously*

O.o

You guys are all hilarious! But what a conversation to wake up to!

I'm inclined to agree... but I also need to disagree.

My family talks about this stuff - I mean shit - at the dinner table.

Well then, where is the litter box?

Oh man, my family never discussed this sort of thing, except in low whispers when there was a problem. The conversation would go something like;

"Do we have any" *voice drops* "imodium/milk of magnesia/or something?'

"Yeah it's in the cabinet in the back. Is everything," *voice drops*" ok?"

*still in a dropped voice.* "Yeah, I just need a little help. Thanks."


The medicine is taken and another word is said. Unless a trip to the dr is waranted and then another whispered conversation would take place and we were the only two freaking people in the house.

I do it with my kids too... *snerk*

"Mommy my tummy hurts."

"Oh, do you need to" *voice drops* "go poopy?"

In the kitchen. The kitchen table's too small for more than 1 or 2 people to eat at.

**In his Best Hank Hill voice**
'Thats Bathroom Buisness!'

Ok...we talk about this away from the dinner table, and not necessarily in low voices...but that's with family, or a close friend. I'm not prudish...but I don't have random talks with my co-workers, or groups of friends about 'bathroom business' lol. We don't even talk about insects at the dinner table :S My mom has a low nausea threshold lol.

I will admit though...Alec's blurb was entertaining. It's one of those things though...like seeing someone sitting on the john in a movie...a little goes a long way.

My family never really chatted about bathroom issues, but I had a friend whose dad would always ask "Hey boy, how'd everything come out?" and things of that sort. At school, there were a couple of folk who would use their own...um...scat...for lab treatments for bacteria and whatnot. Then, finally, I've had several coworkers of the following variety. "Oi! Oive gotta go drop th' A-Bomb! Time to take th' Browns t' th' Super Bowl! Har!"

So...yeah. I started in a pretty normal place and went from there.

I blame society.

(thanks for the cover, Winter!)

My father is actually a textbook hypochondriac. So getting very in-depth descriptions of what's going in and coming out isn't unusual in our family, but we're apt to rag on him for it if he gets over-the-top. It's one of the only ways we can deal with it when he starts stressing out over a supposed illness so badly that his BP hits the roof.

:P

OK you people are some silly people to me.. It doesn't bother me to talk about it with family. Growing up it was like meh it's normal if there's a problem talk about it. Now with a stranger or a co-worker... no freaking way! But I am pretty goofy about it too... If we're home and I happen to pass by and the door's open so I can see he's in the bathroom (not even on the throne but just there) I'll just yell out really loud "POOP!" and make X jump. That's fun =)

Oh and playing with it... even for labs.. is just NASTY.

Talking about it with family can be funny.
Talking about it with family at the dinner table is yucky.

**best Beavis impression on**
heh heh heh Plop! heh heh heh

Thank you, drive through!

Lol i hate to add a pun here, but you guys can really talk some shit =P