I’m sure the statute of limitations is up so…here goes…
When my brother and I were younger, we use to go to the local
Supermarket and steal a couple of grocery bags then fill them up w/ kid’s food
(Cookies, cake, chocolate milk…etc.))…then just walk out the front door..
As If we paid for the shit… the kicker was…
We would eat all the shit right outside the door of the supermarket…lol
I used to poop in my pant on a regular basis back in elementary school.
One day I was so happy to make it throughout the day w/o pooping and on top of that I was
selected to dust the erasers( a coveted job as you got to go outside by yourself to do the job)
On the way back I decided to run backwards and fell, at the same time pooping my pants.
I pulled my pants tight on the way to the babysitters house (h.s. girl with little nephew, older brother and mother in house)
hoping other kids
would not see the bulge in the buttocks area.(walked from school to BS house)
By the time I got to babysitter my shit had kinda pressed flat and semi dried in my pants.
I would sneak away for minutes at a time to scrape some of the poo off into the sink
where it just so happens that a pair of underwear from the Bsittter little nephew whose name was BooBoo was located.
At some point later in the day everyone was blaming boo boo for stinking
and I was glad to get away with the crime.
I use to wet my pants in 1st grade.
Lucky for me at my school they had those hand blow dryers where you push the button and put your hands underneath to dry your hands.
Back in my drinking days I visited a friend in St Louis. He had a bar in his basement and we got really shitty drunk one night (even by my standards).
I woke up in his basement in the middle of the night and it was pitch black and I had to shit something fierce. I somehow made my way into the laundry room, but I couldn't find my way out of the basement in time and took a sloppy dump in/on the drain on his laundry room floor.
Managed to clean it all up and crawled into the guest room bed where I was staying with my then-wife.
Woke back up at 6am and it was somewhat light out, and I realized at this point that the diarrhea had smeared all over the back of my legs, and therefore the sheets.
Had to wake her up and explain, wash the sheets and my clothes, and shower before my buddy got up.
Never told him about that.
Back in my drinking days I visited a friend in St Louis. He had a bar in his basement and we got really shitty drunk one night (even by my standards).
I woke up in his basement in the middle of the night and it was pitch black and I had to shit something fierce. I somehow made my way into the laundry room, but I couldn't find my way out of the basement in time and took a sloppy dump in/on the drain on his laundry room floor.
Managed to clean it all up and crawled into the guest room bed where I was staying with my then-wife.
Woke back up at 6am and it was somewhat light out, and I realized at this point that the diarrhea had smeared all over the back of my legs, and therefore the sheets.
Had to wake her up and explain, wash the sheets and my clothes, and shower before my buddy got up.
Never told him about that.