Every time I get a new post notification in this thread I think: "Aight, let's see who shit their pants TODAY"
some poor former Nadler intern hit the McD drive thru to snag him a Travis Scot meal and my mans went sicko commode
Hasn't happened in a long year, but I shit myself on the way up to my cabin. We have 2 hours left on the ride and my dad has to endure it all from the passenger seat.
Feels like a full liquid load. I'm sitting on one of the two towels I have for the weekend of winterizing work.
Guys, the rest stop is on the travel log. They're just few between when you're as far up north in Wisconsin as we are. Can't do much as it is anyways as it seeped through my underwear and shorts to leave an ass crack print on the seat that would leave paleontologist with no questions who did it.
Seems like a better use for the towel too. Pull over and quick clean up on the side of the road, leave shitty clothes on the side of the road. Jesus Emma
I haven't shit my pants since I was a kid. I though that was pretty normal as far as the rest of the population. This thread has made me re-examine the whole thing. Am I weird because I haven't shit my pants? Should I go shit in my pants?
Both would be appreciated. If you can manage video of it as it’s happening that would be internet gold.
I have a buddy who regularly shits and or sharts himself. Like once a quarter. I’ve had one close call in my 32 years on this earth. I ran into the bathroom of a CVS and as I pulled my pants down and tried to get my ass cheeks on the seat the turd bomb hit the floor. Nothing on pants or shoes, blessed. Didn’t tell anybody, I just fucking left....I’m a bad person.
Just had a close call in the car as I tried to fart before heading into the doctor’s office for my physical. Boy, would that be awkward as a 30-year old that is just today having their first primary care doctor visit since high school sports physicals.
You’re born shitting your pants and you die shitting your pants. What you do in between pants shitting defines you as a person
This thread continues to shock me. I completely understand the fart gone wrong scenario. Happened before. People that dump full loads and can't complete a neighborhood run blow my mind. And I love it.
No idea how I've missed this thread before. Not sure if it's a scar or a badge of honor, but I too am member of this club and here's my story: About 8 years ago I started a new job (IT, sat at a desk all day but did have my own office). I was young and nervous and my stomach fucks with me so bad when I'm nervous. Thankfully over the years, my give a shit meter has just about seen it's last day. That said, on this day (yes, literally my first day on the job) my give a shit meter was pegged to the right where I literally gave a shit...to myself. I made it through orientation thankfully and I'm shown to my new office to get settled in. I *thought* I was in the clear to let one rip once my boss left as I had been holding it in for quite some time. I let it go like I've done countless times and immediate horror sets in. There's no denying this one, I was sitting in shit. I sharted my pants - my brand fucking new pants that even had traces of the long sticker you always forget to pull off that shows the size. I begin to sweat profusely in panic and have no idea how to handle this situation. My first day...desk is empty... literally nothing but my orientation papers and a bunch of shit I have to sign. Cleanup is not an option. And the nearest bathroom requires me to go by my entire new team. No thanks. I decide I'm going to chance it and go to my car to head home and change. Literally as I stand up to make my way out, the VP comes by to welcome me. I started to plop back down in my chair, but that's rude as shit so here we are. No question he knows what's going on. I can't even imagine what my face looked like, but I just know there was a flashing neon Pants Shitter sign over my head. He leaves and I bolt to the door. And by bolt I mean I waddle my way strategically to the exit, even having to pop into a vacant office prior to reaching my destination to avoid human interaction. I get home, shower, change etc. and go back to work. At that point my boss and entire team are waiting and hovering around my office to take me to my new hire lunch. I can't confirm for sure and have never asked anybody, but there's no doubt in my mind they all knew. And for those curious, no, I don't work there anymore.