My girl can be kinda rank sometimes. Like the other day, she asked if I could ring her back in a few minutes because she needed the loo. Inquisitve bastard that I am, asks 'for a number 1 or a number 2?'
Her reply: number 2.

Lovely. I ring her back, then she goes on to tell me the consistency of it and that it 'didnt smell as much as usual'.
Mind you I cant complain, our family discusses our toilet habits over the dinner table each week. I suppose you could go as far as calling it a ritual.