I was just at the roller disco and it happened for the first time
yeah. i was a little kid and passed out from heat exhaustion and shat all over a nurse that was standing next to me that realized what was happening
poor lady couldnt get a single day off lmao
Woke up late and didn't have time to shit before an excruciatingly slow 8 mile division run. By the 5 mile point, my guts were rumbling. By the 6 mile point, my asshole was clenched so tight you could've stuck carbon in there and a diamond would've popped out. By the 7 mile point, I could feel the dam start to falter. By the 8 mile point, I knew it was coming out. We finished up the cool down and I sprinted to the burger king across the street. I stepped inside and could feel liquid shit smearing my underwear. There weren't too many people around, so I think I got away with no one smelling my shame, but I did get some odd looks from the workers. I dipped into the bathroom, and assessed the damage. My underwear and pt shorts were unsalvageable, but I was lucky and had my phone with me. I had to call my friend to bring me a change of clothes and baby wipes.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, but I shit my pants again a couple months later during the Great Aloha Run. My fault for trusting a fart when I shouldn't have. 8 mile runs are cursed, and I've refused to run that distance since.
Shat myself walking back from school once, completely unprompted, wasn't sick or anything. It was so so.
It was based, I'm a goddamned wizard on the rink - until today's incident. However I will recover from this minor setback with the help of my other comrades on wheels
A few years ago, I was waiting for transit after my first train of the day at around 5:50am. I lit up my cigarette, took one drag and promptly shit my pants. I investigated with a napkin and confirmed yes, my pants contain some wet, watery shit. My options were 1 hour train back home and be late for work, or 20 minutes more of the commute and clean up in the bathroom. So I stood on a mostly empty train, reeking of shit and shame, then slowly walked a quarter mile from my stop to the nearest bathroom. I went commando the rest of the day.
