I have shat myself at least three times that i can remember. First two
times were just minor incidents of sharting. You know, when you think you
can safely let one loose but the ups man shows up in your drawers(what can
brown do for you?).
But there was one occasion where it was very very bad. I had just started
going out with this girl and we went to olive garden for a late dinner. We
went back to my house and after a little while i drove her home. Now,
about half way to her house i got the sensation that i needed to pinch a
loaf. If i was smart i would have dropped the deadly deuce once i got to
her house but we had just met a week or so ago and i didnt exactly want to
give birth to the anti-christ in her bathroom. so i said goodnight and
headed home.
I still had the urge to **** but i decided i could hold it instead of
going in one of those dirty gas stations. You know, the ones where you
walk in and you think, "good god how could someones aim be this bad." man
oh man was i wrong. About 15 minutes from my house i realized i was
totally screwed. that olive garden chicken parmesan had gone through my
bowels like sherman through atlanta. Even worse i ran into a traffic jam,
so i took some back roads hauling major ass doing like 60.
This put me in an even worse position because i got stuck behind some old
bag doing like 25mph. i drove by a toppled port-a-potty and contemplated
standing it up and ****ting in there but i knew i would lose it by the
time i got half way to the plop john. Plus my car was a 5spd so every time
i pushed the clutch in the liquid mass of turds crept closer and closer to
my sphincter. At long last the lady turned and i floored it home. As soon
i hit my driveway i launched out of the car, leaving it still running.
unfortuneately my launch was fueled by, you geussed it, ****. i lost all
control and by the time i hit the front door i was totally finished with
my business. good thing it was dark though, i ended up taking a shower
with the hose.