Hot Fudge at the Hair Salon.....

I went to get my hair done at trade secret the day before yesterday, Not long after my stylist began doing my hair, i felt the urge to go number two. I figured if I didn't think about it it would go away, so i forced small talk with the woman cutting my hair even though i was sweating through my bra and wishing i was in the ladies room more than anywhere else. It was very uncomfortable, but I was too shy to ask to use their bathroom. I managed to hold on just fine until my stylist started doing my eye brows. All the sudden, I felt like I was about to explode a hot lake in my pants. I try my hardest to squeeze my butt cheeks together, grinding it against the chair, but i couldn't keep it in, hot fudge starts to ooze out of my butt like a squeezed up tooth paste destroying my thong. i took a deep breath stood up to thank my stylish for doing a wonderful job on my hair, keeping a straight face even through i was slowly shitting my pants as i spoke to her. I march calmly to the register to pay and leave my tip. As soon as i walked out of that place, i felt like my butt was going to explode. i could not hold it in for another second. sweating through my shirt I let loose a hot blast of diarrhea right in my pants. It came out so much i had to literary stop and find a spot to stand and hold myself, I could feel some of it start to drip down my leg so i rushed myself to the bathroom. by the time i got to the bathroom, I was a mess, I let loose the rest of the diarrhea in the toilet and had to wear my shit filled pants home, I cryed in my car the whole way.
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Never eat a green streak

This story happened to me just last month. I'm a single guy, love hanging with friends, taking things easy, partying it up and I LOVE eating. I especially love steak and grilling it over a charcoal grill. One weekend not too long ago I purchased a steak, thick and juicy just asking to be grilled. Somehow though it got forgotten about in the fridge for about a week and half.
Saturday rolled around and I really really wanted it. I was over this girl's house grilling dinner for her, a nice new fresh steak, and kept the old one for me. I figured what's the harm? A little diarrhea never hurt a man? I learned the hard way.
The steak even after numerous seasonings still tasted raunchy and yet I still ate it. After dinner we cleaned up, got out a few beers and a dvd movie game, one of those seen it games with clips from movies. Halfway through my beer, my stomach began to ache so bad. The feeling to pass gas soon came over me, so I went to the bathroom. I let one rip and it sounded like a machine gun going off. At this point I didn't have to take a shit but as soon as returned to the dvd game this horrible gurgling wave of noises ran thru my belly, a feeling of nauseousness came over me, I stood up and ran outside to vomit and at the same time crapped the runniest shit I ever had in my pants.
I didn't say a word to anyone, grabbed my keys and booked home. Took the longest shower ever. I puked my guts up for a day, and was shitting for three. Even crapped myself while sleeping.
I got what I deserved. Stick with the fresh steak!
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A good way to embarrass your mother.

One day when I was seven, I was about to visit a friends house for the day but felt I needed to take a shit, fearing it would be an unpleasant experience i decided to ignore the urge.
I arrived at my friends house and we headed out to the large forest at the back of her property which we often played in.
Then the trouble began.
After a long struggle to hold in my poop, I decided it was time to make a run for the house. My friend was not in the immediate area and I didn't have time to find her so I began the trek from the forest to her house alone. Running seemed to make the urgency to reach a toilet worse and stopping made my muscles relax.... I just couldn't win.
Unable to hold it in any longer, I allowed the turd to come out and thankfully my underpants prevented the shit from getting all over me....
Until in an effort to prevent my the embarrassment of having shitty underwear, I decided it would be best to take them off and sling them over a tree.While taking them off some more shit skidded out and smudged against my leg.
I managed to reach the house and finish pushing the rest out at the toilet. Then since i felt i had no other choice, I found my friends dad and told him I pooed my pants.
He rang my mum to pick me up and then I had to stand out in the driveway while he hosed me down.
After I ran down to the forest to find my friend and told them I shit my pants then I found my underpants hanging over the tree branch with a dozen or so flies around it.
My mum picked me up and took me home. She said it was the most embarrassing moment of her life.
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Why I Wear Boxer Briefs

I dont usually poo my pants but it has happend three times in the last year. The reason why I wear boxer briefs now is just in case it happens again it wont make a big mess.

The first time I pooped my pants was when I was kicked out of a club for throwing up in the sink. After being asked to leave the club I was walking down the street and started to get the feeling that I really need to poo. Being that it was around 2am most places were closed and I couldnt find a washroom in time. I had to go real bad and couldnt hold it in so I quickly walked around the corner and found a little walkway that leads to the front door of a building. I didnt care if anyone saw me at this point so I just ran infront of the steps, turned around, pulled down my pants, bent over and let it all out. The bad thing was that not all the poo landed on the ground. A lot of it landed on my pants. So I pulled my poo filled pants up and went home. It smelled really bad so I tried to stay as far away from people as possible when going in the subway station. I basically stayed up the whole night trying to wash my jeans and shoes because there was no way im throwing them in the garbage. The jeans was easy to clean in the machine but the shoes took a lot of scrubbing and lysol to get rid of the poo smell.

The second time I pooed my pants I was coming home from school. I was riding the bus and needed to poo really badly. I got off at my stop and quickly tried to make it home in time before it came out. I made it to my front door, got my keys out and opened the door, then it all came out just as I was about to run up my stairs. Since this is the second time pooing my pants it felt routine. Take off clothes, shower and put clothes in the washing machine.

Third time pooing my pants I went to this burger joint that is about an hour and a half away from house. The reason why I went there was because I heard they have one of the best burgers in the city and I liked trying out the best restaurants. So I orded a cheeseburger combo and was quite disappointed because it wasn\\\'t even that great. So I go back on the bus to get home and sit down at the back. All of a sudden I really need to poo really badly and cant hold it in much longer. The poo is hanging out of my butt so I cant sit down properly anymore. I have to sort of squat and use my hand to hold myself up so the poo doesnt mush up in my pants. Its a long bus ride back to the subway station so I need to get off and find a washroom. I finally see a strip mall so I get off and slowly walk towards the other side of the plaza because I see a fast food restaurant that most likely is the only place that has a washroom. Half way there and I cant take it anymore. It all comes out. Luckily this time I am wearing boxer briefs so there is no poo sliding down my leg like the other times. I go in the washroom and the only stall is being occupied by some other guy. So I\\\'m standing there in the small washroom by the sink hoping no one else comes inside and smells me.
The guy finally leaves the stall after like 15 minutes of me standing there with poo in my pants. So I go in there and take my poo filled underwear off and hide it behind the toilet. I try to clean myself as much as possible but I still smell bad. Theres no way I\\\'m going on a bus full of people smelling like poo. So I end up calling a cab and the guy comes and picks me up. The windows were rolled up the whole time I know he must of smelt it. I didnt say a word the whole ride.
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Mother-in-law Adventure

I was tasked with taking my elderly and infirm mother-in-law shopping at the supermarket. She uses a walker and moves at a speed of feet per minute, not miles per hour. We arrived at the store at about noon. Unfortunately I had earlier consumed breakfast foods that did not agree with me in a very big way. Little did I know what was "in store" for me. I eventually got her launched on a slow sail through the aisles, and excused myself to the bathroom. I had waited way too long to excuse myself - putting the needs of her age and infirmity above my pressing matters. I made it to the restroom feeling a great sense of urgency. It was a one-hole-each restroom; one urinal, one enclosed stall. As I anxiously shifted weight from one leg to another I tried to negotiate with the locked stall. "I really really have to go. Are you going to be out of there soon?" The conversation went nowhere. Time was up. There was nothing left to do, so I dropped trouser right there at the urinal. Gave a quick thought to which was better - runny poop in the urinal, or in the sink. Decided the urinal was not good, but better than the sink. So I did my best to land the squirting goo in the urinal. Most went in; some wound up on the sides and on the floor. The occupant of the closed stall eventually extracted himself from the situation with no words and no eye contact. Bastard! Like many postings on this site, I hurriedly set to work cleaning up the aftermath using all available resources. Eventually the floor and urinal were clean enough that I didn't feel I'd be charged with a crime if someone connected me to the scene. I was praying that no one would come in while I was in mid-cleanup - not easy to explain. I cleaned my ass as well as I could, and performed a pretty good up-to-the elbows scrub-down on my arms. Put myself together and went back to the aisles...."Where have you been?". This was a day when her snail's pace was a good thing. Moral of the story - do your duty before you head out with the slow relative.
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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.
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