After a good days ballin' in Nottingham, I returned to my brothers student accomodation in Leicester and released the mighty king of turds. It flooded the toilet and amazed even myself. If anyone doubts my claim, I am sure Hermitt could back me up as he was there laughing at me from the hall way.
I think paintball turdations or "p'ball dollops" as we like to call them, has something to do with the amount of junk food we eat over the day. Just my theory.
Later