Home bowl syndrome

Yep, both. Throw in dumps at such prestigious spots as Chatham Arena, the pre-reno Gretzky rink in Brantford, North York Centennial, etc..

North York was by far the worst of the arenas - putrid. But when you gotta go...

 

The opposite of HBS: I once took a dump on three continents and an island within 24 hours.

 

Now that's flying by the seat of your pants!

 

Norfolk
Sigonella
Suda Bay
Doha
Diego Garcia

 

Did you have Taco Bell that day?

 

Lots of airplane "food."

 

The best work bathroom I ever had was when I worked at Dodger Stadium. You'd think ballpark bathrooms would be the worst, and you'd be right, but I usually worked in the bleachers and our break room was the grounds crew's room under the stands. Aside from a stall that the crew kept clean, was a toilet around the corner from the underground batting cage that was hardly ever used so it was never nasty, except after I ate Dodger dogs for dinner on consecutive nights of a long home stand.

 

I was in a college stadium's press box once where I just couldn't go. The squeaking noises in the background (I'm assuming mice) got to me.

 

The journalism building at San Jose State had a pretty nice bathroom on the first floor. Nice and spacious, very clean and didn't smell bad. When I worked on the newspaper there and had to be in the building late, it was a fantastic home-bowl-away-from-home-bowl. The best part were the bathroom limericks written in the stalls. Still quote them from time to time.

 

Man, I'm glad this thread got dug back up. Reread the whole thing and since it's been five years, it read as completely new (Even my comments here which I don't even remember writing.)
Anyway, update: I still get nude while pooping. It's just much more relaxing.
A couple of stories since we're all sharing.
1.) The best place I've ever pooped is on the 103rd floor of the Willis Tower in Chicago. Something amazed me while I sat and did my business, thinking about the fact that those turds would have to travel through 103 stories of plumbing to reach their final destination. I still think about it whenever I see a super tall building. I'm going to make it my mission to poop on the Strastophere in Vegas the next time I go out there. (I've been there but this was before my new poop goals were thought of.)
2.) The saddest place I've pooped recently is at a KFC near work about a week or two ago while on my lunch break from shooting senior portraits. I was having lunch there because it was close by and decided to kill two birds with one stone. Terrible idea. It was a one-stall setup in what looked like a closet. Damn wall was about an inch away from my knees and the whole time I was worried the people having lunch could hear me releasing the hounds.
3.) Absolute worst pooping experience I've had in my life, though, involves the poor decision to try for a home win instead of giving it up on the road.
Fair warning: This will be gross.
I was working at a grocery store at the time and knew I had to go but relished the idea of a home win too much. Held it in for a couple of hours, knowing my shift was going to be over soon and it was common for me to hold out when I could.
About 20 minutes before I'm set to leave, I feel the grumble and think I may need to reconsider. I decide not to. Big mistake.
I get in my car and drive for about three minutes before I get the code red alert that things are happening VERY shortly.
Damn it.
I live about 20 minutes away from the grocery store and figure I can make it. Nope.
Try to pull into the state college I went to at the time that was on my way home and tried to access my college newspaper office. Turns out there was a power outage. Now I know I'm in for trouble.
I debate dropping my pants and crapping in the woods but the idea of not being able to wipe freaks me out so I pass and get back in my car.
I'm speeding down side streets like no one's business. Going through stop signs when possible. Going through red lights.
It's to no avail.
I get about six minutes away from the house and it's go time. It comes raining out of me and I can't do anything to stop it.
I'm wearing briefs at this point and because I'm literally driving a motor vehicle, it had nowhere to go. I feel it go from my butt and pancake into the briefs, trapped. It then travels up and under my taint and balls. It pours out of my briefs with force and travels down my legs into my socks.
This is horrid but the smell is worse.
I literally open every window of my car but it's just everywhere. I am still speeding, and shitting, when I pull into my mother's house (Where I lived at the time.)
I'm utterly defeated but what I remember the most is that it was incredibly warm coming out and, moments later, eerily cold against my skin.
I rush upstairs, go into the bathroom and it's just a solid poop pancake. I shake it out into the bowl, toss out the underwear and socks and vow to never get that cocky about my ability to hold it in ever again.
My hubris on that day is worthy of a 30 for 30 special.
TLDR: Pooping yourself sucks.

 

I've got a new cause in life, thanks to schiezainc. Altitude dumps.

 

Associate of mine was on vacation once and ran into some Australians who were fond of aerial dumps: standing on the sink and trying to hit the bowl.