I see you too enjoy Taco Bell

Eventually.

Yes if I get some sort of stomach bug, flu or something.

This person is so close to realizing they're lactose intolerant

I just generally prefer to poop naked. It just feels more relaxing. Also why I prefer to poop at home.

Get naked? That is extremely dangerous. I always wear a hazmat suit and have a cleanup crew ready.

Naked is my preferred state

This is a very American thing, same with the "fast food (mostly taco bell) that fucks you up" meme. I'm not saying anyone outside the US never experiences this, just that it seems so much more common in the US than anywhere else. I've asked friends about this and the fast food gut wrecking and none, independent of where they're from other than the US, have experienced it enough to where they could relate to these memes.
I'm not surprised based on how shitty the food in the US is, both in terms of quality and ingredients that are illegal in most of the world.
Along with this is that very specific 'Murican obesity that makes peoples bodies look so different than same weight obesity anywhere else. It's very odd.

Normally? No. Have I? Yes. Though I think those times were more because of the alcohol than the poop 😆

When your diet consist of around 50% things that cause constipation and 50% things that cause diarrhea, you may need to perform The Ritual.

Those nights where any time you lay down to try to sleep the small excess heat from your abdomen pressed against the bed causes magma-poo to expand and press against the solid shitcrete barrier blocking everything in, sending stabbing pains throughout your gut.

You go from the toilet to the bed time and time again. Nothing happens on the toilet and the pain recedes, but as soon as you try to lay down again it comes roaring back. You can't sleep, but you can't poo.

At last you accept that you will not be getting to sleep until you defeat this demon. You go to the bathroom and strip off everything before sitting on the toilet. You must bare yourself and hold nothing back in this fight.

Sometimes you notice how your cast off clothing is laying on the floor and you remember that at times like this in the past it covered certain tiles or lines on the floor but that it isn't quite in that position right now. You adjust your clothing to into the 'correct' position. It has become part of The Ritual, and The Ritual must be observed.

You cross your arms and press them against your stomach trying to squeeze the poo out from the top. If you have enough of a gut you place your arms under the bulge, with the vast weight of your shameful love of pizza and Ben & Jerry's lifted up and out for the shower head to stare pointedly at with silent yet clear judgement.

You ask your God or the universe itself what you've done to deserve this and beg for mercy. You promise to eat better. You never want this to happen again. Ages pass. Finally a stream breaks free. The first layer of magma-poo has worked it's way through the barrier to become a weak stream of lavashit. You push and grunt and press your arms tight into your lower abdomen, the gelatinous bulk of your gut quivering in shame as the mocking shower head stares down.

The flow of lavashit helps to erode the shitcrete blockage, and eventually the dam bursts into chunks that rip your body open as they're forced out. The young and naive may celebrate here and try to return to bed, but the demon has a second phase so they will soon be back on the throne. The older and more knowing don't even consider getting up. They know the night is not yet won.

Time passes before anything else seems to happen. The next layer is more shitcrete. Fortunately, this time it's rigid inflexible nature makes it weak. Those first two layers spewing forth from the sphincter created a gap of space in the colon, and now the remaining magmapoo layers pushing against the shitcrete barriers are pressing towards that newly opened space instead of the exterior wall. Slowly, the shitcrete is defeated by it's own rigid nature. It bulges in the center until a break forms, allowing more lavashit to erode it and assist in it's agonizing passage. You know once more how it feels to give birth, but to a dark abomination of which you cannot speak to others. You may need stitches.

Eventually, it is done. The demon has been cast out. All shits have been shat. You uncross your arms and remove them from under your tubby bulk. You look to the shower head and meet it's scornful gaze with the self-assuredness of the victor. It nods slightly to accede, but reminds you that you need to keep those promises you made to all of the Gods and change your diet. It warns that if you fail again, you will be back again.

The Ritual concluded, you wipe up and put your bed clothes back on.

It's the middle of the night now. You will get some sleep, but not near enough. Tomorrow will be a long day. At some point before the end of that day you will decide you don't feel like cooking. After all, you are exhausted.

You decide to order a pizza. Maybe a taco pizza? Stuffed crust. Extra cheese. Taco Bell lettuce. That sounds delicious.

Not in 40 years so far. I can't relate to a single post in this thread.

My personal hypothesis is that american food is so full of essentially toxic stuff, that having shits like described in this thread happen has become normalised and a shared cultural experience.

But since that is only anecdotal, i might be very wrong about that.

Currently getting ready for the post-game shower right now

Not completely naked, but taking one leg out of the trousers to get a good spread and feet firmly on the floor is a luxury experience.

That's called the shake shits and it's the next level of constipation diarrhea.

Pro tip...always keep a solid (not mesh) trash can in your bathroom. Hopefully you'll never need to...but if you ever need to puke and shit simultaneously, you'll be thankful.

I'm lactose intolerant and love milkshakes... So yes

I also get super sweaty and start sliding around on the sest becsuse of it.

yeah usually accompanied by profuse sweating