Posted by Eric on June 25, 2009 at 08:07 [12.27.190.111]
I think sometimes we just make something happen that we want to happen.
I was on a sort of date. It was a woman with two of her friends and their boyfriends. We were all going out to dinner to a nice place and then a dance club with a live band afterwards. I wore a new pair of khakis that were almost white, very nice pants. Well, I guess what I ate at the restaurant was bad because my gut began to do all sorts of things at the dance club. The last thing I wanted to do was unload a big explosive batch of shit in a public bathroom of a nightclub but, it soon seemed like that was my only option. I made a dash to the men's room just as the live band took a break. I was sweating and feeling great pain and having not patience at all. A long line formed for the men's room, one that did not move at all. I guess I was visually messed up as the guy in line behind me asked if I was OK. Long story short, I lost it and shit my pants, filled my boxer and then the shit slid down my pants, went all over my shoe and made a puddle on the floor.
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