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Sometimes you do what you gotta do.
That freak sharting you speak of.. I wish I could say I am unfamiliar with the concept, but with increasing age, not so much.
I recall leaving an MNF night out with the guys after having consumed too many hot wings. As I walked out of the place I had this faint urge to crap but I ignored it and hopped in the car for the 25 minute drive home.
By the 15 minute mark I was strongly fighting the urge to just let it go.. by 20 minutes I feared I might lose the battle, 2 minutes from home the life and death battle with my sphincter finally ended in favor of the contents of my large intestine.
Not even a pair of women's panties would have saved me. I needed a garden hose.
That freak sharting you speak of.. I wish I could say I am unfamiliar with the concept, but with increasing age, not so much.
I recall leaving an MNF night out with the guys after having consumed too many hot wings. As I walked out of the place I had this faint urge to crap but I ignored it and hopped in the car for the 25 minute drive home.
By the 15 minute mark I was strongly fighting the urge to just let it go.. by 20 minutes I feared I might lose the battle, 2 minutes from home the life and death battle with my sphincter finally ended in favor of the contents of my large intestine.
Not even a pair of women's panties would have saved me. I needed a garden hose.