Who here has accidently shat themselves?
Who here has accidently shat themselves?
I'll start off....I was in 8th grade hanging out at a chicks house. It was just me, her, and her friend when i had that awful feeling. I tried to hold it and hold it and hold it but i finally had to give in. I walked back to the bathroom, pulled down my pants, and as I swung around diarrhea flew through the air and landed on the carpet. Worst feeling ever. I frantically began trying to clean it up but it was taking so long. After about 15min I think everyone was starting to wonder what the hell I was doing in there, lol. All I can remember is people knocking at the door, me sweating, and spraying her moms perfume all over the carpet. Probably my worst experience ever with a girl.
And no I do not have pics.
Possible legendary thread.
lmfao.
Possible legendary thread. strong potential
I guess i'm the only one to have been lucky enough to have this great experience.
i have. twice. x4
i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too.
I guess i'm the only one to have been lucky enough to have this great experience. yes you are. in front of a girl, you shitting me?
I accidently shat on a girl....its a bit complicated but lets just say after te passing of quite some time we are finally on speaking terms.
Who here has accidently shat themselves?
as opposed to doing it on purpose??
yes you are. in front of a girl, you shitting me? lol i just shit myself
Yea, my junior year in high school.
Came home one morning after a night of intense drinking. I was pondering how I could possibly pass for sober in front of my parents when I felt a fart coming on.....only it wasn't a fart.
I blasted about a gallon of colon-chewed Milwaukee's Best down my jeans. My new situation was
1. Appear sober in front of parents
2. Don't let them see doo-doo draws
Luckily, they were in their bedroom when i stumbled in, so I was able to head right for the shower and solve my dilema.
story about my friend
Freshman year
Tuesday
I still remember the boxers that i wore that day and to this day i find it to be bad luck to wear those same pairs of boxers on Tuesdays.
Freshman year 4th period Math-
During the test i got that stomach feeling and BAM pancake batter between my buttcheeks and pants. Got up asked for a pass and power walked to the restroom to wipe my ass/pants/boxers.
Later that day
Football practice-
While stretching, you know that one with one leg out, WEll BOOM there it was. It was like my butt was making a funnel cake. I asked to go to the restroom, but guess what, coach bitch said Right after we finish snakes
WOW F U
so i did snakes while my diarrhea shit dried up in my pants.
guilty......twice
i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too.
i just shit myself...
i was on a bus. really had to go bad. it was a coach bus full of people i knew. we were all going on a trip. i dint want to go on it since people would smell my crap after i finished. i was embarrassed lol. but then i couldnt take it aanymore. but before i could get up to go to the washroom, i farted. i actually sharted. my boxers got a little wet, and even m jeans too. it sucked :(
LOL that was awesome.
I shat myself at the top of the eiffel tower when i was 8, no idea why, i had to flush my pants down the loo at the top because it was so bad.
I was in disney world and my friend and I were walking around and we both at the same time were like "I gotta shit!" Now earlier in the trip this happened. That time though, we found a single stall bathroom and I shat a little, let him shit some, then I went back to finish, then I let him finish. We both had to go bad so that ended up working. This time we were less lucky. We had passed bathrooms a little while ago but figured if we continued forward we would come across more bathrooms.
Finally we reached a sign, in the back part of the park, and whadooyaknow, it is a single stall bathroom. So I go to open the door and it is locked. Someone is in there. We bang on the door frantically. The pressure is building, especially since I was expecting quick relief soon. Like if you are right at the toilet, it comes out RIGHT as you sit down. Anyways so we are banging on the door but the person inside isn't doing nothing.
Eventually I do a sprint, one hand holding my ass and the other undoing my pants - all the way to the nearest trashcan. It was the kind where you have to push the lid forward to throw stuff away and I almost successfully bent in such a way where my ass was inside of the trashcan and the rest of my body wasn't. I'm a manlet though and my butt wasn't quite high enough and while most of the shit went into the trashcan, some came out. I walked over to the door where my friend was still waiting. Finally this chubby little 7 year old boy walks out, looking down, won't even look up at us cause we had been yelling at him.
My friend went in and did his business, and I went in after to clean up. He always made fun of me, but I didn't really find it embarassing besides the smell on my boxers. I had to shit, it was better than nothing. Oh and strong colin, that is my story.
in 1st? (or 2nd)grade we were playing on the playground.....
and i was under the slide....when BAM...all of a sudden i shat myself.....
i was wearing white pants...and they were kinda transperent......
so u could see my whity tities covered in shit....
everyone was like "dennis wat happened"
so i told them
"i slipped in some mud"
i didnt stand up the rest of the day..
[tru story]
When i was 11 or 12 i had food poisioning from taco bell or somthing like that. I was in the shower when i started to feel bad then it literally hurt to stand.
I got out and started to take a shit....then i had to throw up about 5 min later. When i bent over to hurl into the toilet.....nasty diahrea(sp?) came out all over the floor. Since its liquid it went ALL over the bathroom and into the cracks of the cabints/toilet.
Smelled so bad and i felt bad having my mom clean it up (i tried to best but since i was throwing up ever 5 min it didnt really help)
guilty. suffice to say, it isn't good to eat a high-fiber breakfast, then go out running. the worst part is, i made it home, then it happened right before i opened the bathroom door.
i farted liquid once, but never fully just shit my pants.
i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too. Man I HATE it when that happens. Thankfully, I've been fortunate enough that when that has happened to me I've made it to a bathroom in time.
I'll start off....I was in 8th grade hanging out at a chicks house. It was just me, her, and her friend when i had that awful feeling. I tried to hold it and hold it and hold it but i finally had to give in. I walked back to the bathroom, pulled down my pants, and as I swung around diarrhea flew through the air and landed on the carpet. Worst feeling ever. I frantically began trying to clean it up but it was taking so long. After about 15min I think everyone was starting to wonder what the hell I was doing in there, lol. All I can remember is people knocking at the door, me sweating, and spraying her moms perfume all over the carpet. Probably my worst experience ever with a girl.
And no I do not have pics.
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Possible legendary thread.
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lmfao.
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Possible legendary thread. strong potential
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I guess i'm the only one to have been lucky enough to have this great experience.
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i have. twice. x4
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i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too.
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I guess i'm the only one to have been lucky enough to have this great experience. yes you are. in front of a girl, you shitting me?
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I accidently shat on a girl....its a bit complicated but lets just say after te passing of quite some time we are finally on speaking terms.
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Who here has accidently shat themselves?
as opposed to doing it on purpose??
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yes you are. in front of a girl, you shitting me? lol i just shit myself
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Yea, my junior year in high school.
Came home one morning after a night of intense drinking. I was pondering how I could possibly pass for sober in front of my parents when I felt a fart coming on.....only it wasn't a fart.
I blasted about a gallon of colon-chewed Milwaukee's Best down my jeans. My new situation was
1. Appear sober in front of parents
2. Don't let them see doo-doo draws
Luckily, they were in their bedroom when i stumbled in, so I was able to head right for the shower and solve my dilema.
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story about my friend
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Freshman year
Tuesday
I still remember the boxers that i wore that day and to this day i find it to be bad luck to wear those same pairs of boxers on Tuesdays.
Freshman year 4th period Math-
During the test i got that stomach feeling and BAM pancake batter between my buttcheeks and pants. Got up asked for a pass and power walked to the restroom to wipe my ass/pants/boxers.
Later that day
Football practice-
While stretching, you know that one with one leg out, WEll BOOM there it was. It was like my butt was making a funnel cake. I asked to go to the restroom, but guess what, coach bitch said Right after we finish snakes
WOW F U
so i did snakes while my diarrhea shit dried up in my pants.
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guilty......twice
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i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too.
i just shit myself...
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i was on a bus. really had to go bad. it was a coach bus full of people i knew. we were all going on a trip. i dint want to go on it since people would smell my crap after i finished. i was embarrassed lol. but then i couldnt take it aanymore. but before i could get up to go to the washroom, i farted. i actually sharted. my boxers got a little wet, and even m jeans too. it sucked :(
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LOL that was awesome.
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I shat myself at the top of the eiffel tower when i was 8, no idea why, i had to flush my pants down the loo at the top because it was so bad.
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I was in disney world and my friend and I were walking around and we both at the same time were like "I gotta shit!" Now earlier in the trip this happened. That time though, we found a single stall bathroom and I shat a little, let him shit some, then I went back to finish, then I let him finish. We both had to go bad so that ended up working. This time we were less lucky. We had passed bathrooms a little while ago but figured if we continued forward we would come across more bathrooms.
Finally we reached a sign, in the back part of the park, and whadooyaknow, it is a single stall bathroom. So I go to open the door and it is locked. Someone is in there. We bang on the door frantically. The pressure is building, especially since I was expecting quick relief soon. Like if you are right at the toilet, it comes out RIGHT as you sit down. Anyways so we are banging on the door but the person inside isn't doing nothing.
Eventually I do a sprint, one hand holding my ass and the other undoing my pants - all the way to the nearest trashcan. It was the kind where you have to push the lid forward to throw stuff away and I almost successfully bent in such a way where my ass was inside of the trashcan and the rest of my body wasn't. I'm a manlet though and my butt wasn't quite high enough and while most of the shit went into the trashcan, some came out. I walked over to the door where my friend was still waiting. Finally this chubby little 7 year old boy walks out, looking down, won't even look up at us cause we had been yelling at him.
My friend went in and did his business, and I went in after to clean up. He always made fun of me, but I didn't really find it embarassing besides the smell on my boxers. I had to shit, it was better than nothing. Oh and strong colin, that is my story.
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in 1st? (or 2nd)grade we were playing on the playground.....
and i was under the slide....when BAM...all of a sudden i shat myself.....
i was wearing white pants...and they were kinda transperent......
so u could see my whity tities covered in shit....
everyone was like "dennis wat happened"
so i told them
"i slipped in some mud"
i didnt stand up the rest of the day..
[tru story]
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When i was 11 or 12 i had food poisioning from taco bell or somthing like that. I was in the shower when i started to feel bad then it literally hurt to stand.
I got out and started to take a shit....then i had to throw up about 5 min later. When i bent over to hurl into the toilet.....nasty diahrea(sp?) came out all over the floor. Since its liquid it went ALL over the bathroom and into the cracks of the cabints/toilet.
Smelled so bad and i felt bad having my mom clean it up (i tried to best but since i was throwing up ever 5 min it didnt really help)
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guilty. suffice to say, it isn't good to eat a high-fiber breakfast, then go out running. the worst part is, i made it home, then it happened right before i opened the bathroom door.
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i farted liquid once, but never fully just shit my pants.
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i sh1t my pants
The four of us agreed to meet at the Shoney's in Hardeeville, South Carolina, for breakfast before we all loaded into one van to drive to Charleston for a golf tournament. We played that benefit tournament every year and we always did it the same way.
I ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms. I always ate scrambled eggs smothered in mushrooms at that restaurant. The breakfast was good. I even went back for seconds from the breakfast bar.
We teed of and I felt fine. I was playing well. We played 11 holes and I was beginning to feel a slight Gut Rumble. On the 12th hole, I sunk a crucial birdie putt and leaned over to pick the ball out of the hole. That's when it hit me. I had to GO! I had to go RIGHT THEN!
I started toward some azaleia bushes off the green, broke into a run when I became really desperate, but I never made it. I puckered my butt-cheeks as tightly as I could, but it was no use. My pucker-valve failed on me and I sh1t all over myself.
It wasn't like laying a keilbasa sausage in the old hip pocket. It was more like having a couple of cans of Hormel Chili spraying down your pants legs so hard that it ricocheted off the ground and sprayed back UP your pants legs. It was disgusting.
Luckily for me, I was wearing black pants and the country club had a shower in the locker room. My partner, holding his nose the entire way and laughing his ass off, drove me back to the clubhouse. I climbed into the shower with all my clothes on except my shirt (See? I really don't like to wear shirts!). I had shit in my golf shoes. I threw my socks and underwear away.
I cleaned up and went back out on the course, wet as a drowned duck, to finish the round. I birdied the next hole, then won the Long Drive contest with a fluke shot on the hole after that. The ball bounced off the back lip of a sand trap, shot like a bullet from a rifle, hit the cart path three times, and rolled out into the fairway 50 yards ahead of anyone else.
My partner suggested that I should sh1t my pants more often. It seemed to bring out the best in me. He may have been right. I also won the Closest to the Pin prize on the last par three I played. I birdied that hole, too. Man I HATE it when that happens. Thankfully, I've been fortunate enough that when that has happened to me I've made it to a bathroom in time.