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About a year ago I was cooking some food in the kitchen in just my slippers. The house was empty, and it was summer, who needs clothes?
But anyway, I was stirring my pasta, and felt the urge to let a little fart out. Felt like alot of gas in there so for a giggle I pushed really hard to make a loud noise. 90% of the fart went smoothly, but those last molecules of gas forced a smidg of diarrhoea out, which hit the floor with a satisfying splat.
Felt good man.

elibomyekip wrote:About a year ago I was cooking some food in the kitchen in just my slippers. The house was empty, and it was summer, who needs clothes?
But anyway, I was stirring my pasta, and felt the urge to let a little fart out. Felt like alot of gas in there so for a giggle I pushed really hard to make a loud noise. 90% of the fart went smoothly, but those last molecules of gas forced a smidg of diarrhoea out, which hit the floor with a satisfying splat.
Felt good man.

In bed. Twice. In the same hour.

I was very very very sick though.

I shat my pants outside the supermarket once aged 6.,Did mummy rush her darling little boy home to change his shorts?.No mummy took a photo of said darling little boy crying his eyes out frantically trying to hold his legs together in order to stop the inevitable brown torrent.The aforementioned photo still gets rinsed out at family gatherings some 30 odd years later too.What was it Philip Larkin said about parents?.

Once I was walking down the road with this girl I really liked and it was going really well. I stopped to have a piss by the side of the road and she carried on ahead of me, anyway, you know when you need a fart while your having a piss I was like yeah let it out but as I farted I realised that it was no fart but a shart. It wasn't much though just enough to stain my boxers and leave a small brown monster. About the size of a chicken nugget. I managed to wipe it though with a ripped page from a book on facism. I don't think she noticed. She never said anything about it anyway and like 2 weeks later we got together so she probably didn't care. I still have the boxers on top of my closet because I'm too scared to touch them.

nicenice wrote:Once I was walking down the road with this girl I really liked and it was going really well. I stopped to have a piss by the side of the road and she carried on ahead of me, anyway, you know when you need a fart while your having a piss I was like yeah let it out but as I farted I realised that it was no fart but a shart. It wasn't much though just enough to stain my boxers and leave a small brown monster. About the size of a chicken nugget. I managed to wipe it though with a ripped page from a book on facism. I don't think she noticed. She never said anything about it anyway and like 2 weeks later we got together so she probably didn't care. I still have the boxers on top of my closet because I'm too scared to touch them.

I still have the boxers on top of my closet because I'm too scared to touch them



Dirtbox !

ive pissed myself alot

My moms car when I was like 8. She didn't believe I had to go so I shit on the seat on purpose to prove a point.

Gym class 6th grade.

In high school taking a standardized test in a room with like 150 other kids. I was at least 17.