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-=HOAX=- · 05-29-2002, 03:22 PM

Here's a poo story for all of you...

A friend of mine had a anxiety problem...he was always the jumpy type...but as he matured it turned into a mild psychosis.

Anyway we were on a trip somewhere, to go ride dirt bikes...the trip's duration was such that we had lapsed into that long stretch of silence that occurs after several hours in the car...

Well I noticed him shifting in his seat right about the same time an odd odor filled the truck.

We were out in the middle of nowhere and I took it for "Dairy Air" or those wonderful slaughterhouse smells...

soon after I rolled down the window he turned to me and said, "I did it!" as if he'd solved a riddle that'd been bothering him.

It turn into a long conversation so I'll paraphrase.

My friend's unique condition, the anxiety, was accompanied with the overwhelming need to shit...a very urgent need.

This feeling only served to increase his anxiety because he said this feeling could be so intense that he could not get up while sitting or walk while standing.

While we were in the car he was becoming anxious and the urge to breed chocolate sharks come over him...he became more anxious and a vicious circle ensued...

during the hour in which he debated asking me to pull over, and the severity of his need to shit...he arrived at this hypothesis.

What if his anxiety produced a mental tenseness that manifested itself in an urge to shit and by simply relaxing and "Letting Go" he would lose the feeling and not shit himself.

He decided that he would take his mental theory onestep further...and test it...well turns out he shit himself and the truck was filling with the overwhelming stench of a used supersized big mac meal.

But there was good to come of it yet...turns out that crapping his pants wasn't the horrible experience he'd always dreamed it to be...it was so liberating in fact he went so far as to proclaim he enjoyed it...and to this day he's not had another anxiety attack since...he just says to himself..."I'll just crap in my pants fuckit!"
and the feeling passes.

05-29-2002, 03:22 PM
-=HOAX=- Confirmed User Join Date: Dec 2001 Location: CrackYaMental Posts: 4,365	Here's a poo story for all of you... A friend of mine had a anxiety problem...he was always the jumpy type...but as he matured it turned into a mild psychosis. Anyway we were on a trip somewhere, to go ride dirt bikes...the trip's duration was such that we had lapsed into that long stretch of silence that occurs after several hours in the car... Well I noticed him shifting in his seat right about the same time an odd odor filled the truck. We were out in the middle of nowhere and I took it for "Dairy Air" or those wonderful slaughterhouse smells... soon after I rolled down the window he turned to me and said, "I did it!" as if he'd solved a riddle that'd been bothering him. It turn into a long conversation so I'll paraphrase. My friend's unique condition, the anxiety, was accompanied with the overwhelming need to shit...a very urgent need. This feeling only served to increase his anxiety because he said this feeling could be so intense that he could not get up while sitting or walk while standing. While we were in the car he was becoming anxious and the urge to breed chocolate sharks come over him...he became more anxious and a vicious circle ensued... during the hour in which he debated asking me to pull over, and the severity of his need to shit...he arrived at this hypothesis. What if his anxiety produced a mental tenseness that manifested itself in an urge to shit and by simply relaxing and "Letting Go" he would lose the feeling and not shit himself. He decided that he would take his mental theory onestep further...and test it...well turns out he shit himself and the truck was filling with the overwhelming stench of a used supersized big mac meal. But there was good to come of it yet...turns out that crapping his pants wasn't the horrible experience he'd always dreamed it to be...it was so liberating in fact he went so far as to proclaim he enjoyed it...and to this day he's not had another anxiety attack since...he just says to himself..."I'll just crap in my pants fuckit!" and the feeling passes. __________________ Insert Value Here.