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Arthritis & Rheumatism, Volume 62,
November 2010 Abstract Supplement
Abstracts of the American College of
Rheumatology/Association of Rheumatology Health Professionals
Annual Scientific Meeting
Atlanta, Georgia November 6-11, 2010.
Radiographic Progression Is Associated with Resolution of Systemic Inflammation in Patients with Axial Spondyloarthritis Treated with TNF Inhibitors.
Pedersen8, Susanne Juhl, Sorensen13, Inge Juul, Hermann4, Kay-Geert, Garnero17, Patrick, Johansen1, Julia S., Madsen9, Ole Rintek, Hansen15, Annette
Dep. of Internal Medicine, Herlev Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Herlev Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Horsens Hospital, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Hvidovre and Glostrup Hospitals, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Hvidovre and Glostrup Hospitals and DANBIO, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Hvidovre Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Rigshospitalet, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Vejle Hospital, Denmark
INSERM Unit 664, Lyon, and Cisbio Bioassays Bagnols/Cèze, France
Rheumatism Hospital, University of Southern Denmark, Graasten, Denmark
Dep. of Radiology, Aabenraa Hospital, Aabenraa, Denmark
Dep. of Radiology, Aarhus University Hospitals, Aarhus, Denmark
Dep. of Radiology, Charité University Hospital, Berlin, Germany
Dep. of Radiology, Herlev University Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Radiology, Vejle Hospital, Vejle, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Bispebjerg Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Gentofte and Herlev Hospitals, Copenhagen, Denmark
Dep. of Rheumatology, Gentofte Hospital, Copenhagen, Denmark
To explore the relation between radiographic progression and biomarkers of inflammation (C-reactive protein (CRP), interleukin-6 (IL-6), YKL-40), angiogenesis (vascular endothelial growth factor (VEGF)), cartilage turnover (CTX-II, matrix metalloproteinase 3 (MMP3), total aggrecan, cartilage oligomeric matrix protein (COMP)) and bone turnover (CTX-I, total osteocalcin) and MRI inflammation in patients with axial spondyloarthritis (SpA) treated with TNFa inhibitor.
Thirty-six patients (27 men, 9 women; median age 40 yrs (range 2162); disease duration 15 yrs (145)) initiated treatment with TNFa inhibitors (infliximab (n=28), etanercept (n=7) and adalimumab (n=1)) and were followed for 46 weeks. Radiographs were evaluated according to the modified Stoke Ankylosing Spondylitis Spinal Score (mSASSS) at baseline and week 46. Patients developing new syndesmophytes (0 vs. >=1) or increased in mSASSS (0 vs. >=1 unit) were compared with those who did not, regarding biomarker levels and MRI inflammation scores of the sacroiliac joints and lumbar spine (Berlin scores) and with biomarker levels of healthy subjects.
The patients increased in mSASSS from median 13 (IQR: 624) at baseline to 15 (624) (p=0.005) at week 46 (p=0.005). Eighteen (50%) patients increased in mSASSS (i.e. progressed) and 11 (30%) developed new syndesmophytes. mSASSS and biomarkers did not correlate. Compared to mSASSS non-progressors, mSASSS progressors had higher pretreatment total aggrecan (666 ng/ml (537820) vs. 507 (401646), p=0.007) and higher time-integrated mean concentrations of total aggrecan from baseline to week 22 (743 ng/ml (612849) vs. 602 (446707), p=0.02) and 46 (746 ng/ml (636895) vs. 638 (450735), p=0.02). Patients developing new syndesmophytes also had higher time-integrated mean concentration of total aggrecan from baseline to week 22 and 46 as compared to patients without new syndesmophytes (results like above). Development of new syndesmophytes was associated with larger percentage decreases in CRP (-90% (-96;-78) vs. -58 (-88;-25), p=0.007) and IL-6 (-81% (-93;-75) vs. -67 (-89;-16), p=0.02) and increases in osteocalcin (20% (9;36) vs. 9% (-10;25), p=0.049). Radiographic progression was associated with normalization of CRP and IL-6 at week 22 (i.e. CRP <=8 mg/l and IL-6<=3.3 ng/l) and decrease in MRI inflammation. Radiographic non-progression was associated with persistent systemic inflammation and unchanged/increased MRI inflammation scores (Table 1).
Radiographic progression in patients with axial SpA during treatment with TNFa inhibitors was associated with resolution of systemic inflammation and reduction in MRI inflammation but not with baseline inflammation.
Table 1. Changes in inflammatory parameters (CRP, IL-6 and MRI) versus radiographic progression
To cite this abstract, please use the following information:
Pedersen, Susanne Juhl, Sorensen, Inge Juul, Hermann, Kay-Geert, Garnero, Patrick, Johansen, Julia S., Madsen, Ole Rintek, et al; Radiographic Progression Is Associated with Resolution of Systemic Inflammation in Patients with Axial Spondyloarthritis Treated with TNF Inhibitors. [abstract]. Arthritis Rheum 2010;62 Suppl 10 :1953
DOI: 10.1002/art.29718


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Thanksgiving is in sight. Christmas and New Year's are not far behind. Gifts and parties are an important part of the mix. Both are certain to involve wine, wine for guests, wine for hosts, wine for parties. What's one to do!
My first inquiry came early this holiday season. A friend asked me to select "roughly a hundred dollars worth of wine" for a small birthday party he was planning. "About a dozen people. Like me, they don't know much about wine, so I suggest some red, some white, some sweet, you know, whatever you think."
The initial dilemma is whether to point out something you're reasonably sure they will like or should you attempt to elevate their tastes somewhat. That dilemma doesn't last long. It"s a party after all. They want to have fun. Let the host pull a few corks, and his guests can choose red, white, or sweet as they wish. I pointed him in the direction of some Beaujolais, some Sauvignon Blanc, and some Johannisberg Riesling, suggesting two bottles of the red, three of the dry white, and four of the sweeter Riesling, each bottle running between $10 and $12. Afterward he reported, to my relief, that his friends "loved the wines, especially the Riesling."
I was lucky. He and his guests were happy. Recommending wine for a party of people about whom you know little is a troublesome task. (That's why I am always a bit reluctant to write about specific wines in these columns unless I'm sure to define the character of them sufficiently enough to help a follower know what to expect from the description.)
No matter how festive, a party is never a place for showing off your best bottles. Nor is it a place for passing off wines of little character and even less cost. Parties should be fun, so the wine should be pleasant. Because palates vary widely, a host should present just what my friend asked for: some red, some white, some on the sweet side. Not too sweet — those sugars can lead to a heavy head if not sipped with discretion. Fruity wines of moderate alcoholic strength work best, such as those mentioned above. Heavier Rhone wines, Cabernets,and most Chardonnays don't lend themselves to evening-long sipping as well as lighter wines.
Soon you and I will be asked about suitable wines for Thanksgiving, for the end-of-year dinner parties, the celebratory Champagnes and sparkling wines. At least I can make my thoughts known impersonally in these columns, which is much easier than standing face-to-face with an earnest entreater hoping for some very special advice. Happy November!


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Our friends at Percussion Lab have released a fundraiser compilation called 'Cambio' that features an unreleased cut of ours called "Brewer's Reflection." Also on the comp are exclusive tunes by Shigeto, Sepalcure, Daedelus, XI, Machinedrum, Mux Mool and a tone of other great artists.
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Miller Energy Resources (NYSE: MILL) provides a powerful combination of the characteristics that deep value investors prize:
- Extremely cheap: trading at a 70%+ discount to a very conservative estimate of its oil & gas assets in a safe, favorable geography
- Superbly aligned management: executives and directors own over 20% of the outstanding shares, and insiders have purchased more shares very recently. Executive compensation is closely tied to achieving revenue and profitability targets
- Safely financed: the company has low leverage and has a credit agreement in place for its current business plans
- Catalysts: Achieving production milestones in upcoming quarters will result in massive increase in operating cash flow, reveal its cheapness, and get past recent stumbles
Company Overview
Miller Energy Resources, headquartered in Knoxville, Tennessee had a long operating history as an oil and gas exploration & production company in the Appalachian region and continues to be one of the major producers in the region.
Miller's breakthrough moment was its consummation of one of the savviest deals ever seen in the industry: the 2009 acquisition of the Alaska Cook Inlet assets from the bankruptcy proceedings of Pacific Energy Resources after Pacific succumbed to the credit crisis. For merely $5 million, Miller purchased assets that cost hundreds of millions to build!
It is important to note that Miller is not merely a speculation about potential oil in the ground. These were formerly producing wells that were shut-in, and are now being worked-over with even more modern and efficient processes. Furthermore, Miller picked up hundreds of miles of geologic seismographic data on the deposits that underpin additional probable and possible resources. These Alaska assets now comprise the overwhelming majority of Miller's resource base and its primary mission is to unlock the value of these assets.
How did Miller pull this off? At first we were skeptical. But the answer, we realized, was a combination of keen insight and excellent timing.
The insight: Miller's geologists familiar with Alaska's Cook Inlet crafted a deal that carved away money-losing assets that were encumbered with legacy liabilities such as abandonment costs amounting to hundreds of millions of dollars.
The timing was also fortuitous. In the aftermath of the credit crisis, most oil and gas players were playing defense rather than offense, especially as oil prices crashed from $147 per barrel in mid-2008 to under $50 per barrel. Also, the resources in play, while impressive in their own right, were too small to move the needle for the majors who are increasingly focused on 'elephant' sized fields. Indeed, players like Chevron (NYSE:CVX) had been divesting assets in the Cook Inlet. Other players were too slow in their maneuvers in bankruptcy court. In this context, Miller's nimble dealmakers were able to consummate the deal of the century, and there is no doubt or dispute about its ownership of these assets.
Beyond its ability for fantastic capital allocation and deal-making, Miller has been successful in achieving key near term priorities: obtaining financing and ramping up Alaska operations.
On the financing side, Miller was able to obtain a $100 million credit facility from Guggenheim without a dilutive equity raise. This will provide Miller with the capacity to achieve its near-term ambitions for getting Alaska operations ramped up. Since Miller executives have plenty of skin in the game, it is not surprising they strove hard for a good deal for shareholders.
Miller's Alaskan subsidiary, Cook Inlet Energy, is a solid operation, doing a great job of beating its targets for production. Miller's state of the art Osprey platform and its tight cluster of operations, and a seasoned local manager, David Hall, are making it an efficient, low cost operator in its market.
The market opportunity for Miller in Alaska's Cook Inlet is also very favorable. Unlike the lower 48 states, where a crippling gas glut has emerged, this region of Alaska actually faces a gas shortage. Natural gas prices there are more than twice those of the lower 48, making production more lucrative. Anchorage, Alaska's largest city, depends on Cook Inlet gas. With other burgeoning industries such as mining coming online, the energy demands of the area will increase. As a result, Alaska has laid out the red carpet for energy companies, providing generous incentives including a 40% state refund on money spent for drilling and exploration. Also, unlike most other US states, Alaska actually has a massive budget surplus and an impeccable credit rating. This fosters a predictable and friendly locale for energy companies such as Miller.
The Valuation
Let's take a closer look at Miller's oil and gas assets. The value of these assets is represented by the so-called "PV-10" of its proven, probable and possible resources. The PV-10 is the present value of the net cash flows (discounted at 10% per annum) expected to be generated by the company's resources. Miller's Alaska reserve estimates were compiled by Ralph E. Davis Associates, a highly reputed reservoir engineering firm that has been in business since 1924.
Proven Reserves (P1):
10.4 million BOE
PV-10: $396 million
Probable Resources (P2):
7.9 million BOE
PV-10: $259 million
Possible Resources (P3):
30.8 million BOE
PV-10: 596.9 million
To be ultra-conservative, let's focus only on Miller's proven reserves. This would disregard not only the massive probable and possible resources, but also Miller's valuable infrastructure, such as its processing facilities and modern equipment. Using Miller's diluted share count of 40 million shares, this equates to an intrinsic value of $9.76 per share. Over time, a valuation of over $20 per share would not be surprising, as some of the probable and possible assets get classified as proved reserves and some of its mid-stream assets get monetized.
At its price of about $3 per share, Miller is trading at a 70% discount to even this ultra-conservative valuation!
As point of comparison, exploration & production focused oil companies (such as Miller's neighbor in the Cook Inlet, Apache) routinely trade at large premiums (40% to 80%) to the present value of their proved oil and gas reserves. This is not even including shale plays that trade at multiples of their proven reserve base. This gives a glimpse of how conservative the valuation above really is.
What is even more interesting is that Miller's valuation is not a "someday, maybe" number. On its most recent quarterly earnings call, the company provided detailed milestones, literally on a well-by-well basis. The company indicated that production would exceed a run-rate of 4,000 barrels per day exiting calendar 2012. At this production rate the company will amply demonstrate that it deserves a market cap exceeding the P1 value above. The company will then gush cash flow that the company can use to obtain cheaper financing and reward shareholders by unlocking the value of its P2 and P3 resources.
The company is currently in the process of assembling and deploying a brand new rig on its offshore Osprey platform (owning their own rig provides much greater operational flexibility). They have laid out several highly specific milestones. Let's take a closer look at these upcoming production milestones detailed by Miller's management team in the recent call:
|Well Name
|Target Production (boe/day)
|March 2012
|March 2012
|March 2012
|March 2012
|May 2012
|July 2012
|Dec 2012
|Early 2013
Investors can measure and hold the company's management accountable to these well-defined milestones.
The Incident
Why is Miller so cheap? Well, the market took a while to warm to the new kid on the block with humble origins. But the company was making strides toward playing on a bigger stage. It recently upgraded its auditor to a Big 4 firm, KPMG, and also got listed on the NYSE. By late July 2011 the stock price had an impressive rise to over $8.
In late July 2011, TheStreetSweeper, a firm with a short position in Miller's shares, posted a sensationalist, disparaging article about Miller on Seeking Alpha. The article cast doubt on Miller's accounting practices, noting that its auditor KPMG had not yet approved its financial statements, and speculated that this amounted to a default on its debt covenants. It also indulged in character attacks on some of Miller's top executives.
The stock market, already panicked about the US debt ceiling debacle, sold off Miller shares. In its haste to quell the article's allegations, Miller management rushed out its10-K. Unfortunately this haste compounded its woes since the financials had actually not yet been blessed by the auditor.
Miller remedied its missteps in just a few weeks. The company issued an amended 10-K with financials fully approved by KPMG. Miller's creditors re-affirmed their commitment to the company and waived any notion of default. Our conversations with Ralph E. Davis Associates, Miller's independent reserve engineers, also affirmed the value of Miller's oil and gas assets. In this Fall, top Miller executives including its CEO, its President, its top Alaska Manager and several board directors have purchased hundreds of thousands of dollars in Miller shares. The company is also upgrading the caliber of its financial team to avoid such future issues.
These very reassuring developments have helped Miller's stock price recover slightly from its lows, but the whole incident still casts a pall on the stock price, and provides value investors with a fantastic opportunity.
The Catalysts
While we believe that value is its own catalyst, it is valuable to note that there are significant near-term catalysts that could re-price the stock up toward its intrinsic value:
- Progress in achieving its Alaska milestones. Over the next few quarters, the company should achieve a production run-rate that validates its proved reserve valuation.
- If the shares remain undervalued even after the company cranks out large positive free cash flow, we would expect stock repurchases to take place to further enhance intrinsic value per share. Management is well-aligned with shareholders, and has strong financial acumen. The current President, David Voyticky, founded the value investing hedge fund Red Mountain Capital. The CEO, Scott Boruff is a former investment banker and crafted the "deal of the century" buyout of Pacific Energy's Alaska assets.
- Achieving the higher production rates and cash flows will also enable Miller to dramatically lower its cost of debt. This will further boost profitability and help Miller explore and develop its vast probable and possible reserve base.
- Buyout possibilities - the Cook Inlet has seen acquisition activity in recent years. As Miller enhances production and cash flows, buyout interest from private equity firms or larger independents such as Apache (which owns other fields in the Cook Inlet) should emerge.
KMF Investments may hold a position in the securities mentioned in this article.
Disclosure: I am long MILL.


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Colquitt, 22, reportedly hit a parked Ford Focus on Jackson Avenue at 2:56 Sunday morning while driving a 1998 Jeep Cherokee. He then fled the scene, only to be arrested shortly thereafter on Gill Avenue.
Colquitt admitted to consuming two beers and three mixed drinks, hitting a parked car and hitting a tree stump.
Police noted a strong odor of alcohol, bloodshot eyes and slurred speech. They also said Colquitt performed poorly on a field sobriety test.
A son of former Vol punter Craig Colquitt and younger brother of former Vol punter Dustin Colquitt, Britton Colquitt signed with Tennessee in 2003 after a standout career at Bearden High School in Knoxville.
Before he could enroll at UT, however, he was twice cited for underage consumption and once for an on-campus DUI. His penance reportedly included community service, counseling and meeting with a probation officer. He reportedly was suspended from the Vol football team in the spring of '04.
Colquitt apparently had no run-ins with the law from the spring of 2004 until this morning's incident – a span of nearly four years.
A consensus first-team All-SEC pick in 2006, he averaged 44.9 yards per punt as a sophomore that season. His average dipped to 41.6 yards as a junior 2007. He was expected to be a preseason All-American heading into the 2008 season.


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Jun 30, 2013 - By Eric Blom, Staff WriterMotorists venturing into the countryside of Fremont County this week are likely to see alfalfa farmers at work, or notice the long rows of cut hay in what used to be fields full of waist-high plants.
Officials said the first cutting of the season came a bit earlier this year. In 2012 Fremont County experienced severe drought conditions that kept many farmers from putting up hay until about July 1.
"It might be a few days to even a week earlier (in 2013)," University of Wyoming Extension educator Ron Cunningham said. "The weather has been nice."
The last week of June is more typical for the first harvest, Cunningham said. But whether the cutting will have a high yield is a tougher data point to pin down.
"Some (farmers) are saying it's real good; some are saying it's not good at all," Cunningham said.
One local farmer, Gordon Medow, started cutting his Missouri Valley hay fields on June 27. He said he didn't know what the yield would be yet, but he didn't expect tonnage to differ much from 2012.
"We're going to be about the same as last year," Meadow said.
The strong growth this year and the earlier first cutting could leave more time for more alfalfa to grow, according to Cunningham, who said Fremont County could produce more overall crop tonnage than last year. But Cunningham said overarching trends don't tell much about individual operators, whose outcomes are dictated by their specific conditions.
No matter the amount they produce, however, alfalfa farmers will enjoy selling it at historically high prices this year.
The price for large bales of alfalfa is at $180 to $200 per ton in central and western Wyoming, according to a June 27 report from the U.S. Department of Agriculture. That price is unchanged from a week ago.
Mixed grass and alfalfa are trading much higher in central and western Wyoming, the June 27 USDA report stated. The product is selling for $285 per ton for small bales and $265 per ton for large bales.
Prices for alfalfa in the state have stayed high since climbing steadily through 2012 from around $150 per ton to around $200 per ton, according to USDA data.
Those high prices have raised the operating cost for live stock producers, however.
Cutting hay
The first step in harvesting a crop of hay is cutting it. Farmers use large machines called windrowers or swathers to knock the hay down. Windrowers are easily identified by their long blades arranged in a cylinder shape across the front of the machine. The blades, or knives, spin and cut down the plants. Some swathers have covers, or long, low metal boxes, over their blades.
As they go along, the machines push the cut hay together into rows. The narrow piles that run the length of the field are left for several days to dry.
After the sun and wind have sapped enough moisture from the plants, farmers come along in a baler. As the name suggests, balers are used to pick up the plants and bind them into bales.
The balers also are easy to spot because they usually have a long windrow in front of them and a trail of tidy hay bales behind them on a stubbly field. They also tend to have a bale forming on their back end.
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One day at work in the spring of 2001, I somehow stumbled upon PoopReport. What intrigued me the most about this website were the tales of people like me -- people who disliked or even had a fear of dropping a load in a public place, and what they'd do to avoid it. I started submitting my own stories, eventually coining the now popular expressions "Shameful Shitting" and "Shameless Shitting." I wrote analyses of my discoveries and experiences as a Shameful Shitter, and the great lengths I'd go to not shit where anyone else could see, hear, or smell me.
It has been a real rollercoaster ride over the last three-and-a-half years as I've worked to become a successful Shameless Shitter. I've made some progress and had a few false starts -- but now I believe I may have finally succeeded. If you remember my last story, you will recall that I froze about a pound of the hot toxic chili that I made in early August. I am proud to credit this container of meat, peppers, and beans as the catalyst that enabled me to cross over to the ranks of the Shameless.
I started a high-fiber diet in late August -- oatmeal, salads, vegetables, fruits, and very little meat. If I do eat meat, it's usually chicken or turkey. So lately it's seemed that whenever I eat red meat, primarily ground beef, my digestive system goes haywire. During opening day of the NFL season, for instance, I went to a bar and ate tacos; for this I received stomach cramps, raunchy gas, and screaming diarrhea for twenty-four hours.
In spite of my diet, I'm not one to waste food, so I decided on Friday night to heat up that pound of frozen chili for dinner. Of course I chugged many beers beforehand, and I didn't end up eating dinner until nearly 9:00. The chili was brutally spicy. It cleared my sinuses and made my eyes water and my body sweat. I chowed it all down and soon passed out in front of the TV.
The next morning we had plans to go shopping at Sam's Club. I started the day with some coffee and took a shit; it was an unimpressive little load and not really too hot. The wife and daughter wanted to stop at Denny's for breakfast before shopping, so I skipped my morning oatmeal and off we went.
I can maintain my diet properly if I am eating at home, but when I go to a restaurant and I am paying for someone else to cook my food, serve it to me and clean my mess, I am going to eat a decent meal. No way am I going to sit and eat a bowl of oatmeal at Denny's. So I drank some more coffee and had a breakfast of two eggs, two sausages, two bacon strips, rye toast and a bowl of grits.
After yet another cup of coffee, we decided to head out. A few minutes on the road and the coffee kickstarted my bowels, giving me a sudden urge to purge. I let off a few nasty hot chili farts and laughed as my wife and daughter cursed me.
Soon the fun would be over. About a mile before our destination I started feeling real queasy. I slipped into a state of panic and confusion -- I needed a toilet NOW. Home was too far back. I considered flooring my SUV to my parent's house just a few miles down the road. I told my wife of my dilemma, and she told me to just shit at Sam's Club.
I decided to try her idea, and kept heading in that direction. I felt intense heat in my rectum -- the chili was coming fast. I got stuck at a very long red light and started to sweat, panic and squirm... I was going to shit my pants.
After what seemed like an hour at that fucking red light, I pulled into a Burger King. I ran from my vehicle into the Burger King men's room to find some fool inside taking a piss. I didn't care. I entered the stall and was greeted by a seat dirty with traces of piss and pubic hair.
I ripped down my shorts and hovered over the bowl as I blasted hot rotten chili diarrhea into the toilet. It was a loud eruption as it splattered into the water but I didn't give a fuck what that urinator was thinking. I took several deep breaths, trying to stop myself from puking up my breakfast; my stomach was killing me. Deep breathing that toxic chili stench was a rough road to take.
I managed to hold down my breakfast as I wiped my poor red-hot starfish. We got our shopping done, and that afternoon at home I pissed out at least three more blasts of chili from my asshole.
I don't know if I will be a Shameless Shitter in the future, but I must admit that after doing it once, the fear isn't as strong. My fear of eating ground beef is by far worse!
-- Doniker
64 Comments on "My First Shameless Shit"
Doniker, you Red Hot Chili Pooper. Congratulations on freeing your inner shameless. I believe Freud would state that by doing so, you are one step closer to self-actualization.
Doniker, what a charmed life you must have led that your crowning achievement is coining the phrase "shameful shitter", as you remind us over and over. That and writing endless stories about taking shits......... Oh how I envy you.
Necessity is the mother of shamelessness. Good story Don.
And yes, First Post Does rule.
Oh yeah, how much weight have you lost on that diet?
Doniker - That's funny, dude. I had a very similar experience ten years ago - in a Burger King toilet no less! Instead of chili, I filled up my crap factory after a 7 plate binge at an all-you-can-eat buffet. I felt no shame after that shit either. Good post!
Now, see how much cooler it would be if poopreport adopted the Fark "first post" filter? THS's pointless missive would now read "And yes, boobies Does rule." and be at the bottom of the heap. Quite fitting, I'd say. First Post does not rule. In fact, I find myself more and more often ignoring the content of first posts, especially when a quick glance informs me that they contain the words "first post". "Oh," I think to myself, "Junior's been allowed to play with the computer again. How wonderful for him."
As to the content of the story, I don't think you'd have fared much better at Sam's Club, had you been able to make it. I've been in their bathrooms, and they're not pleasant. Piss and public hair? Ha! That would be the mark of a clean shitter in Sam's Club.
HR Poopnsquirt - I agree. The first post filter is badly needed here. I think of the first post weasels as nerdy, old, bored guys who sit around hitting refresh for an hour waiting for the new story to arrive.
Don - what's up with this diet? you get to hammer down beers, and the only caviat is no red meat? is this some type of reverse atkins diet?
loading up on the fiber is good for you, and also makes shitting more fun
clean getaway
My bro Doniker, snatching the pebble from master's hand.
I wonder, though, what WOULD you have done three years ago in this situation? Would you have gone back home? Neccessity does precipitate change, maybe after all.
Way to go.
.....hugging bunnies since 1969
C Everett - why knock doniker for telling stories about poop? After all, isn't reading those stories why we're all here??? Why are you so bitter? Are you constipated?
I'm not bitter and I took a giant shit about 2 hours ago so I guess I'm not constipated either. Any more questions, Mike?
Congratulations, Doniker. You've done it! This is the first step to your future!
Oh, and I laughed at the red light thing. I have had to take a shit that bad and ended up waiting at a red light that seemed to take three million years, too.
I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time!
What, do you guys not want me to put the First Post Rules comment on there? Cause that's ok. I don't have to. I don't need to publish the fact that I rule.
I rule by essence alone.
Doniker: Did you use an Ass Gasket?
It's a start. If he thinks about it logically, no one noticed or mentioned his huge, stinky shit. Why would they mention it later? Go, Doniker! You have arrived.
I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time!
Explosive diarrhea, or the threat thereof. It could probably make the Pope himself use a roadside shitter if he had to.
Sadly, it doesn't make Doniker any more "Shameless" than he would normally otherwise be. I have detonated on many a public porcelain pooper when the need outweighed the natural shame I normally would have felt. If the urgency wassn't there, I, and he, would have held it till he got his groceries back home.
I CAN NOT STAND HOMOPHOBES! You have consistently attacked the members of the GLBT Community! This is not the nineteen forties any more! We ALL piss and poop the same, regardless of one's sexual orientation! Let's stop this crap of slionging shit at the GLBT Community!
You're gonna have to learn how to properly and rapidly cool down your soups and stews before freezing them so that you don't grow bacteria to such a degree as to cause explosive butt flow, dude. Then you could enjoy your away-from-home respites on plebian potties.
Keep on shuckin'. TH.
Yea maybe its a start, but I have to agree it doesn't really count as shamelessness if you have no choice about it.
Well, poop, Doniker could have tapped into his inner power to seal the sphincter, rather than go into unknown territory. I guess Doniker can achieve shamelessness by taking one step at a time. By shitting at public places with a less urgent shit each time, eventually, he will be able to perform a moring ritual BM in a public crapper, rather than be prepared to wait hours.
Good story Doniker, but I have to say that a true act of shameless shitting would have to be around people you know or will see again. Shameful shitters hide their poop habits because they know they are going to see their coworkers, friends, school mates, and so on. Letting lose in front of a dude at Burger King is a start, but you need to blast ass in front of people you know to achieve a true act of total shameless shitting imo. Again, though, great story and a good first step.
Again Burger King gets the brunt of a bowel movement. What is this, the third or fourth Poop Report story where Home of the Whopper has served as a relief stop?
Doniker, gassing the family in a car...BRAVO.
Chuck, I think this is because Burger King serves shit anyway. No one would notice if you dumped a little more in their bathroom since it has a special nozzle hooked up to the burger machine anyway.
I found Jesus! He was behind the sofa the whole time!
Sounds like a good one... well done
Shit yea
fuckin' a'
i was in a catholic high school ,we wore sports jackets, shirts and ties, i was in spanish class, i had eaten a breakfast burritto and 2 brans muffins, the class was half over, i felt the shit coming on, i was too meek to ask to go to the bathroom, so i shit my pants, right there in sister teresa's spanish class, it stained and seeped thru my white levi jeans, i was sitting in back, i took my sports jacket ogg wrapped it around my waist to hide the shit stains and walked around like that for the rest of that school day, what a shameful shit that was.
am i alone when i say that i cant eat a breakfast burrito without shitting violently? i mean a constant stream of crap. and any kind of breakfast burrito, too- i have no idea why. i sure do love the things, though.
Burritoes and spicys and such never really screwed me over, just sugary foods. If I eat an apple, I get violent gas. If I eat a piece of cake, I get some shits. God forbid I eat 3 donuts. This sucks, cuz I love cooking those things!
I'm not too shamelful, nor am I shameless enough to be called shameless.
I'd say I'm a Seamus shitter.
WAy to go Donkier. Although I didn't read all the comments, I've done about the same thing at a Burger king in the past. The amount of force behind a dirahea shit like that is unbelivable! The next step is to purposly plan a public shit!! It's quite liberating!!
Poop Shooter!
Poop Shooter!
Agree Poop Shooter! When I was shameful, I tried deliberately to put myself in a position where I would have to do a public shit, to try and get rid of that irrational embarrassment. I failed a few times, and ended up just holding it in until I got home again. I got there in the end, and will now shit wherever the urge strikes. Freedom!!!
My first and most shameless shit came eight years ago when I was a junior in high school. No experience since then--including college and my career--has come close to it.
At school I peed twice a day and never sat on the seat because I hoved. I wasn't a germophobe, but pubic hair and and splashes of the unknown on the seat were turnoffs for me, although most of my friends thought nothing of sitting down. This was October of my third year and I had never crapped at school (and with the exception of a few times while with my family on vacation) never in a public place.
I was working on a paper for my U.S. History class that required me to use the micro film/micro fiche at our city's main public library. My teacher, who was a real bastard, slammed electronic sources so each member of our class had to use the archives of the city or a college library. I had held off to the last minute getting my primary source done so I took the city bus from my high school downtown to the public library with about a two-hour window to get my research done.
A friend of mine was going to come along, but she cancelled because she couldn't get off her part-time job. The time it took me to find the right floor, room, and to learn to use a most cryptic machine, was such that my daily crap was about to come. As the pressure got more intense, I remembered what my mom had taught me about going to the upper floors of public buildings and stores because the toilets should be cleaner due to less use. Right!!! I visited my first open-stall womens bathroom. Three stalls. A middleage lady sitting on the first toilet with so much paper under her and hanging down that I knew she must have taken it from each of the other two stalls. The far stall was taken by a girl about nine who must have been taking a difficult shit because she was repositioning herself and moving her legs around quite a bit. I didn't want to directly look at her because I knew she would have been embarassed about using an open stall. Seeing that the middle stall was my only option, I decided to hold my crap in longer. There was at least a full bowl of crap and pee that I suspect several had contributed to and water from the flusher handle was running onto the back of the toilet and seat.
I went back downstairs, xeroxed the few pages of documents I needed, and with my bookbag feeling pretty heavy, I headed out and to the bus stop. Looking at the clock on the bank building across the street, I found that I had just missed my bus.
I wasn't sure I could hold my crap another 45 minutes and then a 30-minute bus ride back home. My dad was out of town and my mom was at work. I was at the end of our city's six-block central mall and I got to thinking (actually I convinced myself rather easily)that I needed to find an option and fast. There was just one bathroom complex marker I could see, it was several steps down from street level, and as I picked up my walking speed, my back was aching more from the bookbag load and my bowels were ready to explode. The sun was almost down and I stumbled on a couple of the steps. Two steps down and I could already smell the stench. Two of three tubes of ceiling lights had been removed and the one remaining was flickering only enough to illuminate two stall-less toilets. The library option now looked pristine. There were two toilets, out in the open, and with special steel construction that made them look, well, very different. Both the units had overflowed and there was more water on the floor than had been drained, there was no toilet paper, and it was the grossest place I had ever seen.
I knew what I had to do. Both seats (I had never sat on steel before) looked equally evil so I selected the left stall, and without taking my bookbag off my shoulders, I pulled down my jeans and panties and placed myself on one very cold seat. My two foot-plus shit came in an instant, but with so many other deposits in the unflushed bowl, I guess I'll never know for sure. Just as I was pulling my jeans up two homeless women came in. One immediately threw herself onto the toilet next to me and, pulling her sweats and underwear down after she was seated, and looked at me as she let off a large eruption and said "I've been waiting for this all day, Honey!"
I took off without looking back. The busride home was uneventful. Because I wasn't able to wipe, my panties were messed up pretty bad and I just threw them away.
From that day on I became a Shameless Shitter. I doubt I will forget my first experience. Over the past several years, no matter where I am away from home, I've never tried to hold back a crap.
Damn and that was a pretty filthy road toilet from the description too. You were very brave and became a shamless shitter that day. I am beaming with pride here! Snifff sniff.
The Thunderous Crapper 63 Enjoying home toilet advantage since 2004!
I use the city library most every night after school. It's the only place where I can get studying done since my house is usually very noisy with four younger sisters and their friends over. And with five AP classes, there's always a paper to write.
My experience with the library bathrooms mirrors that of Suzanne. Most of the stalls are unflushed. I just accept that and I'm not going to be able to change it. If there's only one available--like Suzanne's middle one--I just pull my jeans and underwear down, seat myself, and make the best of it. I don't flush it first because sometimes the stool will clog and overflow and then I've lost my only option. As I vacate, I do flush it once BUT unlike one of my middle school friends, NOT until I'm standing and leaving so if it backs up it's not going to victimize the unsuspecting sitter. Senator Craig's incident isn't going to help get more doors on public toilet stalls, even for us women.
I shit and pee shamelessly ASAP. Holding it and waiting until you can find a better option is stupid, as Suzanne found out. Your options may get worse. As far as the few users that buiid and sit on the toilet paper nests (my mom calls them "prima donnas" because they think they are better than everyone else using a public bathroom), I just imagine how they must freak when there's not TP (thanks to their types)and they have no choice but to sit on the seat like the rest of us.
I've been a Shameless Shitter since 2002 and I love it!
I spent a lot of time each summer when I was growing up in the 80s on my bicycle. Like two of my friends who were in middle school with me, I had gotten a bike for Christmas and the two wheels provided us lots of adventures until we got into high school and qualified for other activities.
I was the last in the group to become a shameless shitter. I would regularly pee in public parks, gas stations, portable potties when we were out together, but there was something about the public toilet shit that caused me to hold it until I got home. Then because I had waited a few days, I would take a dump so big and smelly that I would often have to pen the bathroom window and plunge.
I might add that I could crap at school, but I was totally repulsed by having to do it in large restrooms such as the mall or ballpark. Yet I would have no trouble sitting down to pee. I became a shameless shitter in June '88 when my friends and I were riding on a trail on the outskirts of our city, about two miles from our subdivision. Both Janie and Kristi had to pee bad, but there were no bothrooms in the area were were riding in. It was humid and in the 90s with the hot, afternoon sun. Kristi spotted a porta-potty at a road construction project that wasn't being used since it was a weekend. She went in first, then Janie did. Because there was no fan and we were in the hot sun, both came out dripping of sweat. It had been three days since I had taken a shit and I was convinced I shouldn't hold it. When I first went in and sat down on the moist, hot seat, I thought I was going to melt. Sweat was dropping off my face onto my exposed thighs as I pushed to get my bowels started. I started to get nauseous after about a minute on the stool because there was NO air circulation. Since there was no one else around, Janie suggested partially opening the door and while it was embarrassing, who was there to see me? So I opened the door while my shit started dropping with a piece-by-piece plop that was satisfying to my ears. I think I used most of the toilet paper on the roll to clean myself but I knew that I had accomplished something: my first shameless shit.
Good for you Barbie - but I think when most of us talk about being shameless shitters, its just that we mean that we'll go anywhere; public toilets, work, wherever. But it isn't necessary to have the door open!! I've certainly never had a shit with the door open! I think that makes you uber-shameless!!
My first shameless shit came the last day of the 2001-02 school year. I was in my last day of student teaching and my class of 15 2nd graders at a parish school wanted to treat me to a picnic at the pubic park about three blocks from the school. We were also celebrating my 21st birthday and college graduation. We had sack lunches delivered to the school by a caterer and we got permission to open the pop machine for our drinks. I remember telling my class to go to the bathroom first before we started our walk down the street. We were running late, the students were super-hyper, and I don't exactly remember why--it may be that I didn't have/take time--but I never made it into the faculty room that morning to take my daily crap.
The exercise of taking a group of 7-year-olds to the park is what did me in. We had no sooner arrived at the picnic table area when I knew I had a real problem on my hands. I remembered how my boyfriend having complained about a couple of think fast/move fast situations a couple times when we were dating. Each time he barely made it to the bathroom before making a mess. This time the ball was in my court. While the students were settled and starting to eat, I called a "freeze-frame" activity (they had to stay in their seat and not move) while I excused myself to check for some water that I said I wanted to drink. A lame excuse, I know! But I couldn't think of anything else and I was within a minute of crapping my pants. The ladies room (does one open toilet and a sink qualify as a "room"?) was only a few feet away and I practically ran in. The seat was up and I dropped it no sooner than my butt was to have contact with it. There was a series of uncharacteristically loud farts and within 10 seconds I had filled the bowl. At that time, the mother of one of my students, who had volunteered to help, had arrived and she walked in and was very embarrassed to see me on the stool and in such a public way. Apparently some of the kids heard my farts and knew what I was doing. She diverted attention and got them involved in an activity about their summer plans while I finished up and then came out to join them.
One boy shouted out "Miss Petitt had to poo" and although there was some laughter, the students were quite understanding. It was my first shameless shit...I'll never forget it!
Student teacher: you got off easy. You didn't plan ahead like you tell your students to do and you inconvenience the students so you can go in and take a shit. Lots of us had teachers that MADE us hold it and you should have too. It would have TAUGHT you the lesson that you so eagerly taught us. Also, you were all alone when you went in, dropped the seat and sat down to shit. How many times have we had to stand in long lines, only to have our anticipated dump put on hold because the bell rings and we have to get to class. Like I said, you got off easy. Bet your set was relatively clean also!
Student teacher - I really enjoyed your story, particularly the little boy shouting out. I can imagine your embarassment! That's just what would have happened at my school.
AC above is wrong - some people can hold it, some can't. Plenty of evidence of thathere on PR!
I sympathize with Student Teacher and know that AC doesn't have a clue as to what it takes to succeed on the other side of the desk as a teacher. I did one semester of student teaching in 1969, graduated with a 4.0 GPA and knew from my one semester experience that I wasn't cut out to be a teacher.
Although my students were 9 years old (4th grade) bathrooms were tough when we were on field trips. Both the school administration and my university professor/supervisor preached supervision as being the most important thing when we were at school and also when we were on field trips. Because each of my students read a certain number of books, our class was treated to lunch at the mall one day. Not only did I have to have a male colleague go along with us on the trip, but when a student said he/she needed to use the bathroom, one of us had to go in with him/her while the other watched the larger group. When my colleague's class won a bus trip to the state senate, I had to go along and help supervise the girls. Two ate too much and got sick (one puked on the bus; the other in the legislative gallery) and one crapped her pants while waiting in line to use the bathroom. So much for my "patience is a virtue" lecture I guess! With each, I had to call their parents and fill out an administrative report. Then there was the two boys who got into a shoving match as they both collided at the door of the one open stall.
I'm only sorry that AC wasn't in line to apply for my job. I've been working in the private sector since 1970 and I love it. Shameless Shitting? I doubt I would have even had time to think about it that semester. And after 40 years of such "expectations" regarding supervision, my colon would havebeen pretty sad shape.
Rosie - you must have been very unlucky! I can remember my class when I was nine. We had only one boy who used to take a crap at school (always preceded by him complaining of tummy ache), but he did it without any dramas, and I can't ever remember any incidents at all with the girls - I suppose they did what they had to do without drawing any attention to themselves.
My parents owned a business when I was growing up. Because they had a hard time finding employees who were reliable, they frequently had to go in at the last minute to keep the lounge open. That sucked for me because when they were planning to take me places like to a ballgame, the circus, fair, etc. they would call in this 13 or 14 year babysitter, Francine, to take care of me.
I was about six and remember older boys occasionally coming around and talking about how "hot" she was. She wore her high school's sweater a lot, and I didn't understand why she just wouldn't take it off to cool off. Anyway,
she seemed to enjoy taking me out as a substitute for my parents.
The problems came when I had to go to the bathroom. I often would try to hold it until we got back home because I didn't like the attention I would get when she would take me into the ladies room. It was bad enough on the few occasions when she had to pee. Just being eyed by so many women as we stood in line for a stall was embarrassing, and when we finally got to the front of the line and went in, she would have me stand facing the door, while see peed. I don't remember hearing her swear that much except once when she grabbed for the toilet paper and found it was all gone. Thinking back, it probably only took her a minute or two to pee, but for me, it seemed like a half hour, and with the line of others waiting for the stall, there was pressure.
However, at the state fair I had eaten a lot and really needed to poop. She asked me about it a couple of times so I think she could smell what needed to come out. I was really embarrassed about even having to take my shorts down in front of her, so I told her I could wait until we got home. I think I even made up an excuse about not having to go yet, but she knew better.
There were lots of women and children in the bathroom that seemed larger than my entire first grade classroom. Francine quickly took me into an open stall, and I knew the moment I had dreaded was near. I had never crapped (not even at school) in a public bathroom! Holding it was not an option I could hold out for. She put some tissue over the toilet seat that I had never seen done before (how messy did she think I was going to be!)and then she exited and listened as I followed her instructions to latch the door. I pulled down my shorts and underwear and with one push, I had made a significant splattering cotribution to the bowl. I stood up, pulled the tissues off the seat to wipe with (I remember she later corrected me about doing that and also because I had sat down without them to wipe). I had taken my first shameless shit!
Francine continued to care for me over a couple more years. However, she would then let me go into the mens room on my own and she would be waiting for me at the entrance. Once you have the first shameless shit, you're fixed for life!
Last year my family hosted an exchange student from England. Olav was from Norway and had been brought up never to hold his shit. He would always go at his first opportunity. For example, at my high school, I, like another couple of my friends, hated the doorless stalls. Each and every one of the stalls (with the exception of three in the athletic area that were usually closed off during the regular day) had no doors. I would go upstairs to the fourth floor and use a little-used bathroom by the art department during my lunch hour. I would crap as fast as I could and then get out of there. Then there was Olav who would go into the most-busy 12-stall bathroom right next to the cafeteria, sit down for five minutes, and even carry on conversations with the others with his slacks dropped to the floor. I remember once being at the urinal and truly amazed at the ease he went about it. He was on the stool and checking someone's math homework with about 18 other guys in the bathroom at the urinals or on the stool, plus others waiting for the next available stool!
Two days later I felt a big crap coming on right after lunch and I decided I wasn't going to go and hide out on the 4th floor as usual. I simply walked in, took the first stall to my left, and sat myself down. It only took me about three minutes to get my shit out and I acknowledged several of my friends as they walked by. Although I have never had an acting class, I didn't let my nerves and insecurities get the best of me. I kept my underwear and jeans at stool level as I took a largely uneventful shit that thoroughly clean me out. The wiping took a little longer than usual; I guess it's the price we pay for a complete soft shit. I pulled up my jeans, flushed and acknowledged one really scared looking freshman who was about to replace me. It had been my first prime time shameless shit. I was proud and so was Olav when I told him about it that night at home.
Although all the stalls at my college have doors, I don't think I'll ever forget my experience from November 15, 2006.
Although I am female, I found Trent's posting to be very sensitive. That first public shit can indeed be challenging, to say the least. I was about Trent's age when was forced to use the boys' bathroom at the circus. My regular babysitter Mandy had a school soccer tournament that conflicted, so her brother, who was about 15 took me. He wasn't that bad and told me he really needed to earn some money and he would be happy to care for me again, but I don't remember the need ever coming up.
We were at our large Civiplex which serves a five-county area. First Chadd had to pee and, of course, I had to follow him in. I remember it was sooo gross! Guys were crapping in stalls without doors and some of them were surprised when I walked by. Others were at these large troughs like they had on my grandpa's farm and you could readily see them with their organ out and the pee splashing into the trough. I remember watching one guy for a few seconds as he was splashing his pee in a circular fashion just like I had been trying to do with a sparkler the previous Fourth of July. I know I wasn't supposed to be starring, but while Chadd was peeing, I was watching this older guy trying to stop peeing and then wiping his organ over the front of the trough in order to get it dry and put it back in his underwear. I remember a couple of my friends were fascinated by the stories I was able to tell.
An hour or so later I had to both pee and crap. I had eaten too much junk food, I guess. I felt queasy and knew I wouldn't like either of the alternatives: peeing/pooping or puking in a mens bathroom. I told Chadd I was allowed to go into the bathroom on my own (I was partially lying because my mom would walk me in and I would use the stall next to the one she used). However, he said the place was too big for me to go into the womens bathroom on my own. I plead my case, but to no avail.
We went into one of the bathrooms on the upper concoarse and this time there were more children on the stools and at the urinals. Again, all the stalls had no doors. There were several boys who were about my age and older on the stools with their jeans and underwear down to the floor and they looked pretty startled when I walked by. I couldn't help but notice a couple of the boys who were so small that their legs were dangling down because they were too small for their feet to touch the floor. Chadd motioned me into a stall at the very end of the row. He pushed me aside and dropped the seat. It was big and black and seemed to make a good amount of noise when it hit the bowl. He basically stood in front of the stall when I pulled my shorts and underwear down and gingerly sat over the front of the seat. It was one of the largest craps of my career and it came out fast. I don't think I was seated 30 seconds before it came out. Immediately, my stomach felt better and I was releasing a few rather noisy farts. I still had to pee and I got a pretty good stream going, despite the fact that sitting on such a big toilet and in the mens room sucked. I saw one guy line up behind Chadd. He made some kind of remark about waiting on "the kid sister". I don't recall if Chadd corrected him or not, but as soon as I wiped and got up and buckled my shorts, I felt quite an accomplishment. I had taken a much needed shit in a large mens bathroom, but I still couldn't wait to get out.
That was not to be, however, because Chadd told me to wait in the stall doorway. He then pulled down his shorts and sat down to poop. It seemed like it took him an hour or so, but I was just embarrassed by going in with all the guys, and after doing what I needed to do, then being kept hostage as he needed to crap. Although he told me to turn my back to him, it was gross to see him there and being able to readily smell the most recent deposit made in that toilet. The couple of peeks I snuck in were even more revolting to me. First, he had his penis over the front of the bowl and then he tucked it down into the bowl and I could hear him pee while he crapped. I guess I had momentarily forgotten that I had accomplished the same mission.
I tried to coax him off the toilet ASAP and although he got up and wiped and I was eyeing the exit door, he insisted on washing his hands. And yes, he made me wash mine too. Although very embarrassing, my first shameless public shit was something I still remember more than 20 years later. And nothing in those intervening years has been so traumatic.
I was at a soccer stadium in Buenos Aires during a Boca-River match.
My guts were suddenly starting to squirm indicating the rapid approach of a full-blown intestinal explosive situation. Product perhaps of some dubious choripanes I had ingested a few hours before.
I went to the Men's room in the stadium and found it so vile I couldn't go. They didn't even have doors on the stalls and the toilets were simple hole in the ground type things. They call it a Turkish toilet I think. There was NO toilet paper, people were wiping themselves with a finger and smearing it on the walls. It was unbelievable, I shit you not.
So I decided to go all the way back home to crap. It would be quite an effort but I was pretty sure I could make it. I didn't know that feeling of explosive anal internal combustion would get increasingly worse and worse!.
I went out to the street and walked/staggered 3 blocks to the bus stop. I waited there for a 15 full agonizing minutes of gastrointestinal pressure buildup. The bus finally came -completely crowded- and I had to stand writhing in unbearable gutwrenching pain while passengers seemed to be getting on and off every freaking single stop, turning a half-hour trip into a full hours worth. MANY times I felt I was going to lose control and allow that hot, volcanic mass of shit to spew forth uncontrolably past my vanquished asscheeks and right down my pantlegs in a hot torrential flood of plasmic SHIT. But I held on. Sweat bathed me and dripped off my forehead as I fought back wave after wave of these feverish
feces' attacks. People began staring at me as I agonized over the alien whom I felt was trying to chew his way out of my guts, preferably thru my anus. At times I could feel him burning his way and almost out, but each time I was able -thru SUPREME will & effort- to force that burning demon back inside again only to repeat the process over and over and over and over.
I FINALLY got off that damn bus and then literally RAN -carefully keeping my buttocks tightly squeezed together tho- all the way to my place. I stormed into the bathroom and was still in the process of lowering my pants when I finally sucumbed to that relentless demon struggling to exit my rectum and allowed him to GEYSER out of my anus onto the toilet, floor and surrounding walls. I released wave after wave of hot steamy solids, semi-solids and LOTS of liquids like a human Mount Vesubius issuing forth magna from the overheated bowels of the earth itself.
Finally, the horrific surge came to an end and while I unloaded the last weak juices that dripped harmlessly out of my anal opening, I started to consider the post-catastrophic clean-up operation.
The stench was unbearable and I had to use a full paper roll to clean myself, the floor and other surrounding objects afterwards.The jeans had to be sacrificed.
My asshole burned for two full days afterwards as it recuperated from the immense pressure it had been forced to funnel thru itself.
At present my anus is fine. It has since retired and moved to California.
I can sure relate to what Jaymme posted about having to follow her male babysitter into the public mens room. Since my mom worked odd hours--she was a waitress and was always on call and in need of the extra hours--Dad took me out quite a bit. Whether it was the state fair, Six Flags, the circus, rodeo, or the stock car races, he called me "Daddy's Little Girl" very affectionately when he had to insist that he take me into the bathroom. He was sensitive to the fact that it grossed me out, but even in the 1970s with perverts and all, until I was about 8 he wouldn't let me use the ladies room alone.
Like Jaymee, I found it gross but also intriquing to watch grown men and often their young sons going to the bathroom. Most of the bathrooms had open stalls, and I remember seeing several men quickly pulling their pants up off the floor as I walked by. I remember being curious as to why some were sitting on toilet paper and others right on the uncovered seat. Dad would always put toilet paper down for me and was insistent that I not move around much so that I wouldn't get off it, although most of the time I know that I did. I remember him telling me about how you could catch some really scary sounding diseases, so I learned not to question him about it. I did note that on a couple of occasions, when he thought that I wasn't watching, that he would sit directly on the seat, but I was afraid to ask him why he was violating his own rule.
The grossest thing I observed were children and men peeing into the urinals. Some would be looking around a bit, see me, and then move their coat around them so as to block my view. I remember seeing a couple of very young boys at the urinals with their penis pointed up and over the bottom of the bowl. One was on his tip toes in order to get his urine into the bowl. I know I wasn't supposed to be watching, but I had to do something while my dad was in a stall taking a crap, and there was their one boy who had one hand on the flusher and another in his pocket while he was flinging his pee pretty recklessly. I also remember watching another boy who I think might have been retarded, drop his pants and underwear all the way to floor, instead of using his zipper to pee from. And there was this guy who was pretty short and you could see that he actually had his penis in the water. That was gross!
I learned to take my first Shameless Shit at Six Flags. After Dad lined the seat for me, he stood in the stall doorway so as to give me more privacy. I remember feeling so good about overcoming my fear about using the mens restroom. And because I flushed and washed my hands without being told, Dad treated me to an ice creme sundae.
Part of me is happy you feel attached to you dad (sounds like you love him very much), and part of me wonders why he didn't ask the men in the restroom to hide themselves or let them know he needed help because he had his daughter with him before he brought you in. My father had to do this a few times, also, when he babysat me because my mother was judging baton competitions; I remember him almost getting hostile with men who didn't comply to his requests that he could bring me in without being exposed to them in states of undress. Most guys, especially the apparent dads, were totally cool about giving us a break. It was the other ones, the ones who didn't seem to have anything paternal to them, that seemed to ignore us and were the ones my father would have to ask more than once to help him out.
Your dad sounds like a very caring man. However, the experiences you describe has an almost voyeuristic feel if viewed from Dad's perspective. He could have covered your eyes or had you put your hands over them and lead you to a stall, but you don't mention him doing that; and as a mom, it bothers me a little bit.
.....hugging bunnies since 1969
.....hugging bunnies since 1969


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The Dickinson Museum Center hopes to help Dickinson residents get into the Christmas spirit this weekend.
The center will hold its first-ever holiday event Saturday and Museum Center Director Danielle Stuckle hopes it will turn into a special annual event, even for Santa.
The event falls on the feast day of St. Nicholas, better known as Santa Claus, and Stuckle will have a gift of her own for Santa.
She is making a long Victorian-style velvet robe for St. Nick to wear during his appearance.
"This is the first time we've done an event like this," Stuckle said. "We're hoping that this will turn into a long-running annual event for us."
The event, which begins at 1 p.m., will include a Victorian Christmas tree decoration project for children, a visit from St. Nicholas, and a program on various area Christmas traditions.
The day will end with a stroll through Prairie Outpost Park with music, caroling, hot cocoa and cider.
Stuckle said parents should bring their children for a fun-filled day of learning about the various Christmas traditions that continue in southwest North Dakota today, starting with the creation of their own Victorian-style decorations.
"It's a project more geared toward kids where they can come in and make their own ornaments," Stuckle said.
The Victorian era lasted from the mid-1800s to the early-1900s, Stuckle said, and the type of decorations which were made consisted of household items, including recycled items.
Items such as popcorn, dried fruit, paper cutouts, lace and beads would be used to construct ornaments.
Dickinson Museum Board member Leroy Oberlander said the event falling on the feast of St. Nicholas gives it a nice piece of continuity with the holiday.
Oberlander is one of four people who will give a presentation.
"What we're trying to accomplish is we're trying to indicate what most people or what most families in that era did," he said.
Along with Oberlander, who will be talking about the German and Germans from Russia traditions, Agnes Palanuk from the Ukrainian Cultural Institute will be discussing Ukrainian traditions, Muriel Neverdal will discuss Scandinavian and Norwegian traditions and Susie Kapelovitz will discuss Jewish traditions.
"We'd like to see a lot of people from the community come up, bring their children up and see what's going on," Oberlander said.


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Mainly for the Rhinoplasty I wanted to take a hump off the side profile. He said my Columell hung low. Both husband and I said we like it, he could take off a little but not too much. He took off a lot, now space between lip & nose seems huge. Because of what he did, the bottom of my nose looks really weird and one of my nostrils, seems to be have a nitch in it at the base giving my nostril and very long appearance. My nose is also very crooked. What are possible solutions to these problems.
Rhinoplasty 3 Weeks Out, Think Doctor Nitched Bottom of my Nostril....plus Some Other Stuff? (photo)
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Rhinoplasty 3 Weeks Out, Think Doctor Nitched Bottom of my Nostril....plus Some Other Stuff?
Dear Stillhappy,
Thank you for your question and photos. Would be helpful to see pre-op photos as well. You still have a lot of swelling which will dissipate gradually over many months. I see your concern in the bottom of the nostril, but it seems unlikely that your surgeon would have altered this area. If after the swelling subsides, the tip is still turning to one side, then a revision can be done with alteration of the collumela as desired. Sometimes using computer software to alter your nose can give both you and your surgeon a clearer understanding of your desires.
Best Wishes,
Pablo Prichard, MD
3 weeks is too early to determine final result
Thank you for the question. I am sorry that you are unhappy with your rhinoplasty result at 3 weeks. The good news is that at 3 weeks there is quite a bit of swelling still present and further shape and contour changes will be seen with additional time. At some point in the future, when you do not see any more changes you will then be able to decide what changes if any you would like to pursue.
All the best,
Dr. Remus Repta
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Rhinoplasty 3 Weeks Out, Think Doctor Nitched Bottom of my Nostril....plus Some Other Stuff?
"some other stuff"!!!! In your pre operative sessions I hope you were informed that healing in rhinoplasty can take upwards of a year. You are ONLY 3 weeks! Allow at least minimal healing time of 3 months.
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3 weeks after rhinoplasty
It is difficult to judge the degree of crookedness of the nose without looking at some pre-operative photos. A lateral view is helpful for looking at the amount of columellar show that is present. The nose looks appropriately swollen, and that may be contributing to the appearance of the tip and columella. The base of the columella does look wide, but again too early to tell for sure. Would definitely wait at least 5-6 months before making any definitive decisions about your result. Your surgeon should be able to make a better evaluation of your concerns at that time. Good luck.
3 weeks after rhinoplasty
It appears that you underwent open rhinoplasty where an incision is placed across the columella. More concerning is the deviation which rarely gets better during the subsequent healing process. It is much too early to judge the final result; rather, you are looking at a preview of the direction your new nose.
Be patient and discuss your concerns with your rhinoplasty surgeon during your next visit.
Learn more: http://www.bostonrhinoplasty.org/
Swelling and asymmetry in the early recovery period.
Depending on the technique used and the amount of tip work performed, three weeks is very early in the recovery period. It is not uncommon for nostril asymmetry and changes in the colummella to resolve as your swelling subsides. You should definitely speak with your surgeon to let him know about your concerns.
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This one is for the kids and Bronies alike: Each year Hasbro unveils a mountain of Comic-Con exclusives, including a special My Little Pony.
Without further ado, here's your first look at the 2011 Special Edition Pony:
Ain't she pretty (and a little bit goth)? The Pony retails for $14.99 and will debut at the Con; a limited number will be available on HasbroToyShop.com after the convention.
I'm starting a list of my "must-have" exclusives at SDCC so I don't forget. I can't believe that it'll all be over in less than a month ... hey, where are all my party invites?
Whitney has been writing about pop culture for USA TODAY since 1999, when Pop Candy began as a weekly column. Her interests include music festivals, mustaches, Lost, comic books and Andy Warhol. She lives in New York City. More about Whitney | E-mail Whitney


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seth macfarlane was new to me, and i'd already "heard" via facebook and twitter how sexist and racist his script was, but i'm glad we watched the replay anyway because ina and i actually enjoyed the show, loved the irreverence from beginning to end, no sacred cows, not even jews. what does that say about us kaya. bakit tawang-tawa kami sa "we saw your boobs" rather than offended? i think what tickled me pink was how rare and candid a confession by men it was, that seeing boobs, especially the boobs of hallowed hollywood beauties, is quite a thrill worth singing about, why not? i know, i know, politically incorrect and all that, these women are more than their boobs, absolutely, but hey, seth wasn't saying otherwise, was he? so why can't we take a little teasing, where's our sense of humor, let's pick our battles naman… oh, and that lincoln-booth joke and the too-soon punch, that was good. 148 years later is too soon? cracked me up. so did seth as flying nun, telling sally field how hot! she was then, what-a-babe? as a young nun, o baka naman, hot as in mainit ang costume, heh.
March 1, 2013 at 1:46 am
Tawang-tawa din ako sa boob song at sa reaction shots ng mga artista sa audience. Liked the Lincoln joke too. But I was pissed that a propaganda film won best picture. Besides, yun mga suspense scenes ng Argo lalo na sa ending ay napaka-cliched. Tapos diniin pa yun mga arab stereotypes. Pinagmukang bobo sila. Di bale na na hindi pala totoo yun storya. Pina-award pa kay Mrs Obama. Ano kaya kinocondition ang mga amerikano para sa invasion ng Iran? Anyway, ang choice ko was Django Unchained.
March 1, 2013 at 4:09 am
uhm totoo ang storya , but the details were changed to fit the needs of a suspense movie.
March 1, 2013 at 2:54 pm
The true story was canada helped american hostages escape. In the movie a CIA agent helped American hostages escape.
Would the movie have been less suspenseful if it revolved around a canadian agent and the efforts of the canadian ambassador and the home office?
Hence the details were changed to fit the needs of propaganda. To glorify the CIA and the courage and heroism of its agents against the evil Iranians.
March 2, 2013 at 2:42 am
uhm, the movie was about the CIA account, declassified about 10 years ago.
prior to this, CIA involvement was a secret.
theres lots of embelishments in the movie to service suspense movie tropes. the whole airport scene, with the mini interrogation, didnt happen. affleck was open about these, which were necessary to build an exciting third act.
canada was in the movie. the movie was quite clear about the role of canada, and the canadian ambassador.
March 2, 2013 at 8:51 pm
uhm, President Carter, who was president when it happened, said that the US was only a little more than a bystander in that Canadian operation. I'd take his word over that of the movie maker who claims it is based on the truthful account of a declassified CIA document.
March 3, 2013 at 6:06 am
bystander? what does that mean? wala silang ginawa? thats a bystander right?
is that what you are alledging? sabi ni carter 90% is due to canada. the agent, mendez, was there for a day.
yes, thats true. the movie agrees with it too. did u see the movie? whats the beef?
your attitude towards this is weird.
also, angela, the link is about the iranian hostage crisis. argo is only tangentially related to the hostage crisis.
March 3, 2013 at 6:11 pm
"is that what you are alledging? sabi ni carter 90% is due to canada. the agent, mendez, was there for a day."
"bystander na nga."
"yes, thats true. the movie agrees with it too."
No the movie makes the CIA agent the hero.
"did u see the movie? "
"whats the beef?"
I wasted my fucking time on propaganda.
"your attitude towards this is weird."
well, i also never liked pablum. is that wierd too?
March 1, 2013 at 6:08 am
as seth himself says, you can't win in comedy. i can't help but find parallels between his jokes and the example of the kid in the philippines dancing to a sexy dance. the parents found themselves being investigated. (remember that?)
lots of people were offended by that, even though there was no evidence that the dance was meant to be erotic in any way. put it another way, the ONLY reason to be offended is to believe that that dance WAS erotic.
contrast that to seth's joke that quivenche and clooney could have sex. people were offended by that too — even tho the whole premise of the joke is that its crazy to think a 9 year old would have sex with a man. Or put it another way, the ONLY reason to be offended is to believe that it was believable that clooney would have sex with a 9 year old.


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Delay on using outgoing PSTN on SPA 3102
I have been using a SPA 3102 on Pennytel for about a year with no problems.
However, now when I dial out using gw0 (PSTN) I have an interesting problem:
The number rings for about 30 seconds (but there is no response at the other end), if I persist then I hear a click then a delay of about 3 seconds and then the number dials normally and can be answered.
What could be causing the delay? Is there anyway to eliminate it? If I dial out using VOIP (with either of 2 gateways) there is no delay. There is no problem with incoming calls.
Many thanks in advance.


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Although it's one of the purest expressions of the bartender's art, it's still surprisingly easy to screw up an old-fashioned. That's why Seven Grand's no-bullshit take on the classic drink stands out. There's no flaming orange peel, no bacon-infused simple syrup, nothing called a "shrub" — just carefully muddled sugar and Angostura bitters, a splash of soda water, some citrus for aromatics and a generous helping of the Maker's Mark that is, as it damn well should be, the star of the show. You can try a variation by calling for nearly any of the bar's 400-plus whiskeys (but please God, no single-malt Scotch), so long as you leave the other ingredients alone. As general manager Andrew Abrahamson puts it: "The beauty of the cocktail itself is that it really highlights the whiskey." Amen. 515 W. Seventh St., 2nd floor, dwntwn.; (213) 614-0737. sevengrandbars.com. —Andy Hermann
The food at the Trails Cafe in Griffith Park is scrumptious enough to satisfy Los Angeles gourmets: The avocado sandwich — full of sprouts and soy "bacon bits" — is particularly yummy, and the cookies are, without fail, amazing. But the spot is best utilized by parents of young kids, particularly those whose offspring tend to cause chaos at restaurants. That's because, for one thing, the seating is outdoors — on picnic benches and hay bales — so you don't have to worry about the kids' noise or the mess, and there's plenty of room to run around. Once you're done eating, simply cross the street, where you'll find a full kids' playground on a sandy floor, as well as the trails, which weave through the woods and alongside a brook. Overall, it's an environment in which you won't encounter a single angry eyebrow from another adult, and one that ensures your rugrats will later go down for a solid nap. 2333 Fern Dell Drive, Los Feliz. (323) 871-2102, thetrailslosfeliz.com. —Ben Westhoff
Cooking classes aren't hard to come by in Los Angeles. But as long as sanitary requirements are followed, why should food education always mean endless, stainless-steel surfaces and the whirring of exhaust fans? Poketo, Angie Myung and Ted Vadakan's design firm/shop in the downtown Arts District, is about creativity of all stripes. So the husband-and-wife team puts the bright, airy square footage to work by hosting a series of hands-on food-making classes, with no demo mirrors or headset mics involved. Recent sessions have included mustard and other condiment-making with Zach Negin of SoNo Trading Company; a lesson on traditional kimchi techniques taught by Myung's mother; and summer sodas and vinegar-based shrubs with Emily Ho, an L.A. maven of food-swapping (the sharing of handmade food — Poketo has served as a venue for the swaps). Workshops aren't limited to food; eager crafters also have tried their hand at calligraphy, floral design, wreaths and holiday decor. 820 E. Third St., dwntwn. (213) 537-0751, poketo.com. —Jessica Ritz
What the Hollywood Sign is to Hollywood, Circus Liquor' 32-foot-tall, neon-clown mascot is to North Hollywood. The nightmare-inducing liquor store clown towers over Burbank Boulevard and has been seen in just about as many movies as the Hollywood Sign itself, although its connotation isn't always positive: Cher got held up in its parking lot in Clueless, and the liquor store serves as a crime scene in Snoop Dogg's video for "Murder Was the Case." On-screen reputation aside, Circus Liquor doesn't clown around with its impressive selection of hard-to-find craft beer from Europe, Asia and North and South America and its nearly two dozen American beers offered in quarter and half kegs for all your Valley rager needs. Like any reputable liquor store, Circus Liquor even stocks its own branded T-shirts, trucker hats and baby apparel, so you can always be sure to represent. 5600 Vineland Ave., N. Hlywd. (818) 769-1500, circusliquor.com. —Jennifer Swann
Got a hankering for some high-calorie, sugary, fried dough and want to make an adventure of it? Load up the car with your grooviest friends and drive to La Puente, where you will find an incomparably odd 1968 architectural landmark called the Donut Hole. Drive in through a 26-foot fiberglass doughnut, do your ordering in the center, and drive out through another matching doughnut armed with a boxful of glazed deliciousness. It's a campy example of programmatic architecture, in which a building mimics the product it sells. Come for the apple fritters, stay for the photo ops. 15300 Amar Road, La Puente, 91744. (626) 968-2912, facebook.com/pages/The-Donut-Hole/103952482982355. —Nikki Kreuzer
From the owners of Chipotle — yes, Chipotle — comes a new Southeast Asian chain. ShopHouse shares many of Chipotle's best attributes: fresh ingredients, "sustainable" meats and quick, choose-your-own-adventure, assembly-line service. But we'd argue that ShopHouse's food is actually better than Chipotle's. You choose from cold rice noodles, or brown or white rice, then one topping from each category: protein, vegetable, sauce, topping and garnish. You end up with a bowl piled high with food, a pretty substantial serving for less than $8. But the most surprising thing about ShopHouse is how bold this food is. It's possible to get a low-heat meal, but most of this food is aggressively and appropriately spiced. The curry sauces are thicker than many Thai curries, and pretty intense. The green beans are cooked with chile jam, and pack quite a kick. The eggplant is full of Thai basil and appropriately smooshed and delicious. If ShopHouse's dreams are realized and it takes over the nation, as Steve Ells' other venture did, then this is a chain restaurant we'd gladly pull off the interstate to frequent. 6333 W. Sunset Blvd., Hlywd. (323) 462-2856, shophousekitchen.com. —Besha Rodell


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While 20 of 28 economists surveyed by Bloomberg on Friday were calling a cut in November and some, like
This would be no shock to regular readers. Following the surprisingly high third-quarter core inflation results released last week, it was clear the Reserve Bank of Australia would be uneasy adding to the 100 basis points of "pre-emptive" cuts it had already put in place since May, over and above the 50 they charitably bequeathed in November and December 2011.
Combined with an upward revision to core inflation in the second quarter, consumer prices have expanded at an annualised rate above the mid-point of the central bank's target over the last six months. And this comes from a monetary policy authority that has not been able to keep average Australian core inflation below 3 per cent per annum over the last decade.
As deputy governor Dr
Lowe's speech was an important marker prior to the RBA's notoriously gamey Melbourne Cup day meeting. It would appear that financial markets are working themselves up into a lather of anticipation, with the probability of a cut anxiously handicapped at a coin toss, having been a stonkingly high 85 per cent prior to last week's CPI.
Lowe's speech may see further re-pricing of a cut, and could result in market economists losing confidence in their November calls.
The speech was significant for several reasons. First, Lowe noted that the extraordinary expansion of global central bank balance sheets, and near-zero interest rates, have no historical precedent. We are in unchartered policy territory, and there are almost certainly going to be long-term financial imbalances that ensue.
I've argued for years that the problems spawned by the responses to the global financial crisis may be much worse than the original causes.
Second, Lowe highlighted the striking decline in credit costs (or "spreads") for Australian issuers, which are dominated by the big banks. On 19 October, I wrote here, "One of the most important, yet overlooked, stories in the Australian economy right now is the extraordinary compression in corporate credit spreads and bank funding costs."
The slump in spreads, which were very wide at the start of 2012, is one artifact of quantitative easing and the associated activities of North Atlantic central banks that has caused them to lend trillions to private banks. This has both sucked much pending supply out of debt markets and driven down yields in the countries in question. The high returns and healthy credit quality of Australian issuers look very enticing in comparison.
Third, the RBA is belatedly starting to acknowledge that interest rates, as opposed to its target cash rate, are getting quite stimulatory for rate-sensitive sectors. Two major banks have now cut the price of their fixed-rate home loan products to 20-plus-year lows. Unsurprisingly, auction clearance rates are reinvigorating. Last weekend saw the largest number of auctions go to market in Melbourne all year. Yet the clearance rate managed a reasonably high 65 per cent. Savings rates now barely cover the cost of inflation. And so riskier asset classes such as the sharemarket are roaring back to life.
In Lowe's pointed words, "while our interest rates are relatively high compared with other countries, they are relatively low compared with historical averages." The "relatively low" characterisation is a new addition to the local central bank's policy lexicon. Before the October meeting, rates were just a "little below their medium-term averages".
Finally, Lowe makes the profound point, which I have regularly belaboured here, that low interest rates are not the good news many purport them to be. Low rates punish numerically superior savers over borrowers. And they can create substantial distortions in savings, borrowing and investment decisions.
Lowe explains that Australia has comparatively high interest rates because "the return on new investment in Australia is higher than many other countries, as evidenced by the high level of investment. The very low interest rates in many other economies should not be seen as a good thing or something to aspire to. They reflect those countries' difficult economic circumstances."
This is the old resources boom narrative. The RBA lost confidence in the meme in early September when iron ore prices plummeted to US$86.9. I implored them to wait and see whether this was a permanent change. Instead, they pre-committed to the October cut, which some commentators were confident enough to call as "almost certain" before the event. Awkwardly, the iron price is 38 per cent higher today at US$120 and inflation has surprised.
Only an imprudent man would completely rule out a rate cut in November (or take one to the bank). While it is not, to my mind, probable, it remains a possibility.
This governor is a consensus-based decision maker. As Koukoulas recently argued, low interest rates are a key reason why Julia Gillard's popularity has rebounded. The ALP has tactically removed the two main inflation warriors from the RBA's board,
One should not expect to see the Australian central bank's inflation-targeting track record improve under this framework.
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Re: Bug with LaplaceTransform?
On Wed, 21 Nov 2007, chuck009 wrote:
> The Laplace Transform integral seems not to converge for any s for the function f(x)=1/x but LaplaceTransform returns -EulerGamma-Log(s) for this function:
> LaplaceTransform[1/x, x, s]
> Integrate[1/(x*Exp[s*x]), {x, 0, Infinity}]
> Is this a bug?
The answer returned by LaplaceTransform in the above example is incorrect
and this example should return unevaluated.
The problem appears to be caused by the setting GenerateConditions ->
False with which the integral is computed by LaplaceTransform. With this
setting, Integrate attempts to regularize the divergent integral. Hence
a workaround for the problem is to use GenerateConditions -> True in
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In[2]:= LaplaceTransform[1/x, x, s, GenerateConditions -> True] // InputForm
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