Yes, in school in 1992 and was wearing a pair of Guess jeans and no underwear. Yes, I thought I was the man and thought I would squeeze one out in French class. It was splatter city in my denim and I sat in it for like five minutes comtemplating what the fuck I should do.
Suddenly, the girl sitting in front of me turned and said, "Do you smell shit? What the fuck is that smell?"
Iwas embarrased, slowly took off my sweatshirt,was wearing a tee shirt underneath and wrapped it around my waste. I raised my hand, teacher called on me and told him I needed to run to the bathroom. The girl in front never caught on believe it or not (as far as I know).
I walked out of the room, straight to my car and rode side cheeked 4 miles home (velour seats, I didn't want to taint my ride). Got in the house, ripped off my jeans, threw them into a garbage bag, tied them up, hopped in the shower, grabbed a sammich, drove back to school and walked into the end of my following class stating I was sick in the bathroom. Teacher didn't say shit and I smelled baby fresh.
I didn't try to pass gas for the rest of the day lol
