Fun personal story time:

Back when I was about 12, my dad and his then-girlfriend lived in a condominium. I was over for the weekend, and needed to take a massive shit.

Take said shit, it won't flush. Go get the plunger. Plunge plunge plunge. Try again. Now it's filling up. Plunge plunge plunge. It's still filling. Panic starts to fill my child heart.

My dad was at work, he wouldn't be home for another 10, probably 12 hours. I needed an adult. Wait, his girlfriend is home!

Embarrassed as shit, I go to her and explain the situation. She assures me I'm just freaking out, it's okay, she can handle a clogged toilet!

So she tries. And tries. Then all I hear is "THERE'S SO MUCH POOP! HOW CAN ONE CHILD MAKE SO MUCH POOP?!"

Turned out there was something going on with the sewer line and I just found out in the worst way possible. I wanted to die when I heard her yelling about the amount of shit backflowing. She wasn't even mad about it, just confused as to why it kept coming.

If it doesn’t flush it’s probably the toilet paper, not your gigantuous dump. So waiting for the paper to dissolve somewhat will help.

It’s smart to believe that everybody went through something like this at some point. It makes you feel better about it.

A classic

many such cases

Do we have a place for greentext yet or are we not being that specific

Paska

LMFAO

That cleaner definitely tells this story to her relatives all the time lol

Should've used the poop knife.