Maybe you guys dont, but I do. I was all but 7 years old, and waiting for my mom to drive me home after my football game. She was blabbing on to some of the other moms, while I tugged on her shirt and told her I had to go bad.....she didnt listen, and I went walking to the car by myself. I then let myself go. It was warm and mushy, and when my mom finally got over to the car, I had a big issue. I got in the back seat and she started dry heaving. She didnt know what I had done until then.....she then found out the horrible news.......and here is the kicker. She made me stick my arse out the back window so as not to make her puke while she drove.:scared :scared So here I am in my white football pants, with a big ole poop stain on the back, with it hanging out the window, with half of the people laughing and the other half sicker than a dog.:chew: It wasnt funny. That was the last time I ever pooped my pants.
I brought this up, because I thought I was going to revisit poop-ville today, but I made it. I always do these days. Sometimes you just feel like your ass is going to burst, but you always make it. kurby :flush:
I brought this up, because I thought I was going to revisit poop-ville today, but I made it. I always do these days. Sometimes you just feel like your ass is going to burst, but you always make it. kurby :flush:
