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The largest recorded poop in human history. The fossilized turd belonged to a Viking in the 1800s
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That’s a load of crap right there
“Ragnar, fetch me the poop sword!”
Must be Bono’s ancestors
Without something for scale I have no concept of how big this is, anyone got the stats?
They had to strap it down lol
Vikings in the 1800s? I’ve only seen that in Civ.
How can something be fossilized in only 200 years?
Hey.. Hey Sharon. You gotta come see this.
Rectum? Damn near killed ’em.
How many Courics is that bad boy
Man I saw bigger ones at school toilets
He also perfected his battle cry that day.
The title was so obscene I felt compelled to look it up.
Was in the 800’s, not a dude running around a thousand years later dressed as a viking lol.
[https://www.news18.com/news/buzz/worlds-largest-dollop-of-human-poo-belongs-to-a-viking-man-and-is-on-display-at-uk-museum-3760817.html](https://www.news18.com/news/buzz/worlds-largest-dollop-of-human-poo-belongs-to-a-viking-man-and-is-on-display-at-uk-museum-3760817.html)
Edit: Of course, my now all-time upvoted comment is about the world’s largest recorded shit. Damn it, guys.
Loaf Erikson
I think I’ve made bigger…lol
Vikings in the 1800s?? Exactly where were these Vikings?
Imagine if you could travel back in time and tell this guy that the epic log he squeezed out would end up in a museum one day.
Bono? Is that you?
Easily 7 Courics.
How many courics is that dookie?
Bono?
Looks like about 12 courics
Hooooot. Hot hot hot hot hoooooot
The largest poop in human history was in fact, laid about a foot away from my tent at the Reading festival 2008 and, in a curious twist of fate sat next to an identical turd of the same length and girth.
Each was approximately the size of a man’s forearm, laid roughly 8 inches apart and both laid perfectly parallel like the worlds grossest train tracks.
This was the sight I awoke to on the Friday morning of Reading 2008. My neighbour (who of all people was Andrew Kerr, the host of the 1971 Glastonbury festival) cleaned it up without comment whilst I was out grabbing some breakfast. He simply nodded to where the twin terrors once lay and then asked if I wanted a cuppa.
Odin: Welcome, warrior, to Valhalla!
Gunnar the Viking: Odin! This must mean I’ve –
Odin: Yes. You’ve died gloriously in battle.
Gunnar: O tell me Odin, how will I be remembered? Will it be from my raids on coastal cities in the North Seas? Will it be my strong and handsome sons who have grown up to be powerful warriors in their own right?
Odin: No. It will be from your shit.
Gunnar: … I’m sorry. My what?
Odin: Your shit. Remember that nighttime poop you took in the bog in the winter of 824 after you cleared that smorgasbord?
Gunnar: Aye, I remember it well. Leif said I couldn’t but I did. I almost died pushing it out.
Odin: Over a millennium from now, people will discover that poop and try to guess what you had and how you lived. In this way, you are immortalized.
Gunnar: Well damn.
Odin: Is that not how you wish to be remembered?
Gunnar: No, it’s not that.
Odin: Then what troubles you?
Gunnar: You see, it was dark, and I never got to see it. How big and heavy was it?
Odin: As big as a drinking horn and weighed about as much as a filled one.
Gunnar: Niceeee…