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my ex-girlfriend (who apparently had little sexual experience with guys) was hesitant to perform oral sex after learning that guys didn't wipe after peeing like girls did. She was 18 and just found out that we don't wipe!
I used to believe that boys pooed out their penis. Sometimes, i still do.
I have a friend that believed, up until the other week, that guys would poop standing up. She's sixteen!
My sissy used to think that the president and famous people she liked like Edward Furlong didnt pee or poop.
i used to think poo was a worm in me that ate leftovers that my tummy didnt want, that was full and left.
when i was little i did not know what sanitary napkins were for so one day while my mom was in the kitchen i went and asked her..she told me they were like diapers so that she did not have to go to the bathroom while she was busy..i think i was about 6 when this happened
When I was young I overheard my mom talking about boul buddies. When I heard this I thought she meant that her boul had a buddy soo I asked her when is your boul's buddy coming over. She gave me the most wierd look ever and luaghed!!!!
Turns out she was talking about a type of cookie that helps you go to the bathroom called boul buddies.
I used to think that diarrhea was a combination of poo and pee, which is why it was so runny. I had no concept of excremental anatomy and assumed that my anus and urethra were in the same place. When I found out that men peed out of their penises, I assumed that men were unable to have diarrhea because there was no opportunity for pee and poo to mix in that situation.
i thought that boys had to squeeze their penis to make the pee come out.
I used to believe that when pee dried up, it disappeared, so I used to pee on things around the house, thinking it would leave no trace.
I used to believe that if you had a pee AND a poop at exactly the same time, then you would die
When i waz a little girl, i believed little men in cooking outfits and little swirly
black moustashes made my food into pee. They all stood in a long line with
a conveir belt, and the food would come down, and they in turn turned little peices
of food into pee. The last little man on the end waz a bad guy, and turned the
pee into the poop. I believed this until i learned about the digestion system in
the 5th grade.
I used to think that you weed through your bum and passed solids through your front end. I used to think, that must be really painful for boys! (I thought that their male parts were the stored poo) gross! I WAS only 2.
My sister and I would sometimes sit back to back, butts toward the center of the toilet, believing that if we went together, we could fill the bowl to the top!
When I was little,(3 or 4),I used to strip down my clothing when I had to go number 2,because I believed that a giant poopy would come out and covermy entire body in a thin layer of dookie. I to this day poo naked.
i used to think that if u swallowed gum your poo would become sticky like chewing gum and that fish use to eat it from the drains
I used to think that boys had to sqeeze their wees to pee.
My mom always told me that if I played with fire I would pee in the bed... i am not quite sure why she said this, but apparently it has been in my family for generations and that's why I always opted out sitting by fires at night!
As a child (under four years old or so) I was slow to become potty trained. I was faring fine with number one, but as for poo-poo, I was still doing that in my pants at an age my mother thought was much too old to still not be "housebroken" as she often called it. Maybe she didn't really intend to compare me to a dog; she did have a habit of getting terms confused sometimes. Like one time I heard her refer to the transmission on her car as the "intermission". I pointed it out to her. She got real pissed and vehemehtly denied saaying "intermission" for transmission. Anyhow, back to the main story. To scare me into getting "housebroken", she made up story (at least I guess it was original with her) that, once I was five years old or more, any turds I did in my pants would turn into rattlesnakes and bite me. It must have worked, because I don't much remember shitting in my pants after that. But there was this one incident. By the fourth grade, my mom had me walking home from school every day. It was a bit over a mile. Then it happened. One day about halfway home, I had an urgent shit suddenly come on, that there seemed no way I could hold in until I got home. But I tried with all my might, terrified of the rattlesnake it could turn into. But then, some came out in my pants for all I could do. Desperate, I ran behind a bush in a stranger's yard, dropped my pants and dumped that turd like a hot potato, much relieved to see that it hadn't become a rattlesnake yet. But just as I started to pull up my pants up, I clearly felt more coming. What was I to do? I stayed there behind that push and doodooed the rest of my load there. Better than venomous fangs in my bottom! Afterwards I bolted for home in a hurry without wiping. Walking the rest of the way made my butt sore. It stayed that way for what seemed days (probably an exaggeration). But I didn't mind too much! Better a sore anus than a rattlesnake bite!
My step-father used to tell me that if I swallowed my gum when I tried to go to the bathroom a big bubble would come out and I would get stuck in the toilet and he wasn't going to help me and I'd be stuck there forever.