Whiteyisacommiefaggot
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I would like to hear a story about the first time you shit yourself. I was amazed at how much this actually happens, especially among the traveler community.
Here's mine:
About A year ago after a bender, I woke up the next day having to shit the worst I've ever had to in my life. I literally was walking down the streets of Portland with my thumb practically up my ass.
I took one step into the Whole Foods (near Powell's) and shit all over the inside of my pants. I felt SO fucking ashamed of myself. I asked this lay worker there where the bathroom was, and she pointed to back back of the store and said that it was all the way in the back on the second floor.
Fuck.
So, I waddled ever so quickly shitting more and more with each step until I eventually reached the bathroom and fucking UNLOADED into that poor little toilet. It probably needed therapy for PTSD after that. I looked around the bathroom and there was shit EVERYWHERE. The janitor who worked their was not paid enough.
So, I felt smart for packing a change of clothes.
Funnier than that was throughout the day people were all like "Dude, what's the matter? You look all sad and depressed and shit." And I was like, "Oh, nothing. I don't want to talk about it." When I finally told someone about it, I, righteously, got made fun of and got to hear other stories about people shitting themselves in the most awkward situations and the most unfortunate times.
So, share you excretory adventures with the world!
Here's mine:
About A year ago after a bender, I woke up the next day having to shit the worst I've ever had to in my life. I literally was walking down the streets of Portland with my thumb practically up my ass.
I took one step into the Whole Foods (near Powell's) and shit all over the inside of my pants. I felt SO fucking ashamed of myself. I asked this lay worker there where the bathroom was, and she pointed to back back of the store and said that it was all the way in the back on the second floor.
Fuck.
So, I waddled ever so quickly shitting more and more with each step until I eventually reached the bathroom and fucking UNLOADED into that poor little toilet. It probably needed therapy for PTSD after that. I looked around the bathroom and there was shit EVERYWHERE. The janitor who worked their was not paid enough.
So, I felt smart for packing a change of clothes.
Funnier than that was throughout the day people were all like "Dude, what's the matter? You look all sad and depressed and shit." And I was like, "Oh, nothing. I don't want to talk about it." When I finally told someone about it, I, righteously, got made fun of and got to hear other stories about people shitting themselves in the most awkward situations and the most unfortunate times.
So, share you excretory adventures with the world!