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My dad has though. More than once.
My parents like to go to the Indian restaurant thats about a 15 minute walk away from our house (they walk so they can both have a drink). Every single time they go there, my dad feels the need to prove his manliness to my mother by eating chilis in front of her. The thing is, the chilis are far too hot for him so he swallows them whole. Anyway, he does this then they walk home. Most of the time he makes it home but one time, he didn't. He felt the urge at the top of our road so had to leave my mum and run to the house. I heard some noise coming from the front door so I went and opened it to find my dad doubled over with the key in his hand. He shat himself on our doorstep.
There have been other times but I can't remember now. The other week though he knocked on my door and said:
"Guess what happened to me last night?"
"erm, I don't really want to. What happened?"
"I thought I farted when I was asleep but I actually pooed myself ahahahahahahaah"
"thanks for that"
I have read the Indian restaurant story before actually. Lovely stuff.
<3 your dad.
might have when I was younger, have a faint memory of slinging a nugget out of my trouser leg.
i did once see a girl in a club laid out with her head lifted to boke into the toilet bowl and her tights around her ankles shitting and boking at the same time. Quite amusing.
The toilet she was in was the one nearest the toilets hallway too so anyone coming through the entrance to the club got full view of her explosive antics.
Reading a book in a park at work. Had to walk back to work with a paper that I had fished out of the bin covering my bum. Flushed my knickers, wiped my trousers and got back to work like a pro.
Occult stuff puts the willies up me.
But the last time I had dubious seafood lead to a proper photo finish. I broke a belt loop in my rush to, er, cross the finish line.
used to have severe bowel issues as a kid, and on this one occasion i hadn't had a solid movement for close to a week. suddenly, during playtime, i got a brewing, rumbling feeling and i realised something urgent was about to happen. i ran to the toilets (which were in a cubicle thing right next to the classroom) but by the time i reached the toilet my pants were filled to the brim with a few pounds of mud-textured, sloppy shit. after having a bit of a breakdown, i gained some composure and tried to carefully remove my pants, but i quickly realised that it was balancing game (ie, not enough support on one side and the weight will tip) and of course it did tip, and shit splattered all over the floor. i started crying.
at this point it's important to say that the cubicles were just doors really, you could see underneath from outside. playtime was over and everybody came to class but had to wait outside the class door for the teacher to come, so my whole class could see the shit covered floor. i heard a girl scream and i got this cold sweat, then somebody recognised my shoes and realised it was me. the teacher then came and said i should come out and head over to the nurse, so i walked out with my shitty pants on and walked past a line of my classmates who all looked utterly repulsed and i got to go home early.
for years i was known as the boy who shat himself, until secondary school when i passed out during a sex ed video and cracked my head on the floor. then they forgot about the shit.
I remember a girl in my P3 class shitting herself. All down the leg. It was so bad she had to move to GERMANY.
We had two guys shit themselves in the same class on the same table in the same lesson. It was an open plan woodwork lesson and the teacher evacuated the room for the rest of the day due to the smell and "abandoned waste". One of these guys then asked two girls to marry him the next day (ring and everything) and asked me if I wanted to bum a cat with him about a week later. Must have had a breakdown.