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Okay, first a story: When I was a freshman, a student at my school died of a blockage because he hadn't poohed in a week. His intestines burst and the bacteria killed him or something, it was quite sudden and sad actually. But my parents, who are teachers there, got in the habit of checking up on my bathroom habits. How embarrassing is that for a 21 year old?
Anyways, I used to not be able to pooh anywhere that wasn't where I was living at the time. Then, I lived in a fraternity house for a year, and they had no qualms about picking the lock and coming in to take a shower while you're in there. But man, there were only two family style bathrooms in that house (one on each floor) and a stall style with (2 stalls in the basement), the line at parties was ridculous, because they only let people use the first floor. Once I really, really had to go, and since I lived there, I ran upstairs, but it was occupied. So, I ended up using the convenience store on the corner's bathroom, and my public restroom "perfromance anxiety" was cured.
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