My worst poop experience. While riding the NYC subway a tremendous urge to poop came over me. My insides were screaming for relief. I got off at 25th Avenue, desperate to use the station's toilet. I charge down the stairs into the toilet. I thought I heard the token clerk call out to me. I went into the toilet, and was up to my ankles in p*ss and sh*t. I was trapped! I sloshed over to the tiny smelly stall, plopped myself down and did my business, not noticing the lack of toilet paper. Luckily I had the NY Times with me and put it to good use cleaning myself up. When done and as clean as I could make myself I made the mistake of flushing the toilet. It overflowed immediately all over my shoes, and kept overflowing as I ran out of the toilet. It was only as I left the toilet that I noticed the large "TOILET OUT OF ORDER" taped to the door.

I know the feeling, Elvis, I have had some not only close calls, but some outright accidents! In fact it was on a visit to the Big Apple. I had visited some friends in Brooklyn and as the party was winding up, my friend, who lived in manhattan near Central Park, and I had left. Now, I don't know what had happened, but it was actually me that had told my friend that I wanted to leave, but I didn't tell him why. But as we had walked down the stairs (as this was a 'walk-up', I suddenly became very nauseous and hurled all over the place. Then, as we had walked through the streets of Brooklyn, I had up-heaved once omre, as I had the chills and knew that something wasn't right. When we had gotten to the subway at Courtelyou Rd. we had boarded a local train into Manhattan. (The express trains do not run late at night). So it was a long a gruelling trip as my innards began to quake and quiver and I began to worry that I wasn't going to make it to my friends place on W74. St. In fact, it had gotten much worse. I thought of going between the carriages of the train and letting the monster out there, but the wind might have inadvertently splattered some of my foul mess right back into the train thus hitting someone. So, I had refrained from doing that. But I nearly had to tell my friend at West Fourth Street that I had to get off the train, as my gut was ready to explode by now. But I had endured and struggled to hold it until at least 72nd. Street. Well, we had arrived at Seventy-Second Street on the IRT, as the doors opened. I was in pain! I really had to go, as I had already let some out in my jeans. There was a concourse there, a level with iron columns painted an indigo colour situated between the street level and the actual platforms below. So I had headed (thank God there was only a very few people around, but no matter, I had bolted to one of these iron supporting columns and dropped my pants, like you, I missed as some of this foul stuff had sprayed within the pants themselves but most sprayed the colunn thus changing the colour partly from the indigo to a light brown! I wound up sick for a full week! Then I had to cut my trip short and return back to Switzerlznd. I hear you!

My Brothers shits leaves skid marks on the bog it smells
Digusting we have to open the window because it smells so much!

Emma, get your dumb ass out of here!

Ahem, anyway, I have had a shit accident similar to yours Elvis. I dropped a brown potato in my underwear. I was so embarassed that I sat there with this shit log in my pants for thirty minutes before I could stand it no longer.

I finally ran to the bathroom and dumped the thing in the toilet, hoping my mother wouldn't find out. Of course she did. The smell was unmistabable. But you know how kids are.

Man don't feel bad it happened to me once in school. The day was good until...................................................

I have a new cat her name is Rosie when she does a shit it stinks and once she got outside and jumped in horse shit and then when she came back she shook it all over the house!

Hey, that's what they get for following somebody into the bathroom.

Some evil but nameless person once bought a cheap fudge nut brownie from a vending machine, rolled it into a very convincing looking turd, and casually dropped it into the pool at school. About twenty minutes later the pool was evacuated. Everyone thought it was real. No one (save the above mentioned evil personage) knew who did it. Indeed, they all believed it had left someone's colon AWOL. That anonymous evil one still snickers about it from time to time. So I've heard.

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"Vini, Vidi, Vomiti" (we came, we saw, we got sick on the plane")

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