A lesson in passivity.

My shitty story takes place at a music festival. I woke up late that morning, just when my friends got to my house only leaving time for me to throw on clothes before leaving. We were about half way there, when i realized I had to poop really bad, so bad in fact, I nearly did it in the car. When we got to the festival there was a massive line of people waiting at the toilets and my friends didn’t want to wait for me because the bands were already playing. I didn’t want to get separated from them because there was like 1000’s of people so I pretended I could hold it even though I knew the likelihood of that was very slim. Everything was ok for a while but soon enough it started hurting my butt again so out of sheer desperation, i thought to myself that I could probably get away with just letting a little bit out to ease the pain, big mistake. It was totally massive and way hard so I had to let all of it come out. At first I was freaking out because it was so big but none of my friends noticed, which i thought was way cool. Unfortunately though the joke was on me when I found out we were going to stay there the night. My friends said they told me but they didn’t and I didn’t want to get into a argument so I pretended it was cool sleeping there even though I was really thinking OMFG, i have to sit in my own my shitty clothes all night long. Needless to say, it was not very pleasant.