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This experience I gotta share. It was a long day of work, and all I could think about was getting out for something to eat (other than the 2 bowls of chili i had at work). Once me and a few friends got to our local hang out, something wasn't sitting right in my guts. My ass screamed for help, and I answered the call. Like an Olympic runner I dashed out of the booth to the bathroom. All I could think about was getting to the toilet in time. I ran toward the stall, turned around before I even opened the door, sat down and let it go. Shit flew out of me faster than greased lightning. It splattered out, hitting the walls and running over the floor. The feeling of relief surged over me, but then to my dismay I realized something... the seat of the toilet wasn't cold... but warm, and soft. I turned to see a man, sitting, TRYING to take a peaceful dump, but I had changed all that. As soon as I turned, the man screamed and pushed me off while I was still shitting. The stream came blowing out of my ass and covered the walls of the stall. After slipping on the already wet floor, I fell onto the sink outside, but managed to spray a near bystander who was washing his hands!. In nearly 20 seconds I managed to cover almost the entire bathroom in a disgusting film of fecal matter. My clothes, hands, and arms were covered in shit. I was never so humiliated in my life.
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Jealousy... is a mental cancer. ~B.C. Forbes
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