i was thinking yestarday about this time when i shit my pants. 5th grade, i'm on the bus and i really got to go. the bus rides like an hour long, then the walk home. so i'm walking down the street like i'm trying to hold a tennis ball with my knees. and as this nice man and his daughter walk by me it happens. it all just happens right then and there. and i'm just staring at this guy half laughing, half crying. it was pretty sad.
3 comments:
wow that is sad. i remember that too.
yeah thats probally the greatest storie I have heard since you told me that a guy's leg flew off on the blob at Hume Lake.
oh nothing brightens my day like a good pants shitting story.
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