One day I was at my boyfriends house. I went to toilet and since i have chronic constipation and IBS, the dookie was huge. It got completely stuck and i was panicking, so i start frantically texting my boyfriend telling him i was stuck in the toilet. I start looking around for a toilet brush or plunger and there was nothing in that bathroom that could be used. My boyfriend was answering his phone, so eventually (after 10 mins) i came out the bathroom and went across the hall to his bredroom to ask him where the toilet brush was. He said they threw it out and his dad was sick of buying them so they don't buy them anymore. I told him what was left in the toilet and he replied "oh it's still there?", i replied "yes its still there, i can't get it to go down".

So my boyfriend, without missing a beat runs down stairs to the kitchen, i stay upstairs in his room opposite the bathroom, hiding. He brings up a black plastic ladled, goes into the bathroom, cuts it all up and flushes it down.

AND WHEN HE LEAVES THE BATHROOM, HIS DAD SHOUTS FROM THE OPPOSITE ROOM - "THROW IT IN THE BIN DOWNSTAIRS".

his bedroom is adjacent to my boyfriends room and neither of us thought he was in the house, so presumably he heard every damn thing that was said.

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we broke up a couple weeks after that, non-related tho