Most Helpful Girl
No, but my grandpa always used to say you'd ever really been drunk until you had.
My grandpa was an alcoholic.2
Most Helpful Guy
No but once I took such a monster dump that it took me almost 20 minutes of fighting for my life to get out, I was in there screaming, writhing in pain, gasping for air, my roommate walked in as I was fighting and heard me screaming and thought I was in trouble, because the bathroom sounded like the Jungles of Vietnam during the war. He offered to call 911, but I told him I could do it. He put on some theme music to boost my morale and I continued going strong. Finally after 20 minutes of fighting, I desperately squeezed out the last of it and vanquished my enemy, I screamed in victory and all around the apartment a great sigh of relief went up from my roommate, my dog, and myself. But the war wasn't over yet, that old brown snake had left the best to come. In the aftermath of the battle, I went to flush the toilet and sighed when I saw him start to go down, but he was a feisty one that piece of crap, he refused to go down. Thrice I flushed the toilet, and thrice he came crawling back up from the depths of the sewage pipe, something that still haunts my dreams to this day. The battle continued, I grabbed a plunger and heaved into the toilet, with all my strength I plunged that toilet like no tomorrow, my roommate came in and begged me to stop he said "Stop, your plunging too hard, that toilet isn't going to hold up" he tried pulling the plunger away out of fear for the life of the toilet but I sternly grabbed his hand and said "I got this" he looked at the confidence in my eyes and left, I continued fighting for at least 10 more minutes, plunging and flushing, and plunging, and then flushing again. At one point the fight got so bad that the toilet overflowed and pieces of my vanquished foe poured onto the floor, but I continued the battle, I plunged that toilet like nothing I have ever plunged before, the screams of the toilet and my roommate to stop, were deafening but I continued knowing that if I didn't kill this crap now it was going to cause more problems to us then we could ever imagine. Finally 35 minutes after I initially sat on the toilet, the last of my enemy flushed down the toilet. I fell to the ground and looked around at the bathroom I had just laid waste to, it was a mess, and the poor toilet was nearly dead, but I had one. I was too weak this time to yell in victory, but I knew deep in my soul that this was perhaps the greatest achievement of my life. I thought I had won, I thought it was over for good, but boy was I wrong.3
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