I was wasting time at home when some younger friends from high school stopped by. We went out and I ended up staying at one of their houses for the night to watch a selection of Troma films. Naturally, to prepare for the movies, we went out to buy munchies. For some reason I'll never understand, I bought a two-pound bag of dried apricots and a 12-pack of pudding. First I ate the pudding. Then I ate the apricots.
Now, for all those who haven't been initiated, dried apricots are a laxative. Ever wonder why old people eat prunes? Same thing with apricots. They run right through you without being digested, and soon you have to shit.
The snacks were consumed, the movies were watched. Felt fine, went to sleep. Woke up at dawn because I had to piss. Walked upstairs to find the bathroom. Found it, stood up to shake the wigglestick, and felt the awesome relief of urine exiting my bladder.
Wait... what's this?
Feels like I have a fart coming on. Not much back pressure... no abdominal distension... what's the harm? Probably just rising air. One of those harmless morning farts we all get.
So wrong.
A fiery orange blast of COMPLETELY UNDIGESTED apricots launched from my bowels. We're not talking a skidmark in your boxers, a booger on the front of your shirt, or even a wet fart. I mean an ENTIRE ASSLOAD OF 12 CHOCOLATE PUDDING CUPS POWERED BY 2 POUNDS OF VENGEFUL, EXPLOSIVE FRUIT!!!
Diarrhea ran down my pants, into my boots, onto the floor. It even fired back up ABOVE my waistline and got my shirt wet. How the fuck did that happen?
As soon as the shit hit I was tearing off my pants to sit on the pot, but it was far too late. I got shit everywhere. All over the commode, the side of the sink, the wall --
-- and for the love of god, why did they have to put carpeting down in the bathroom??
Biggest mess you've ever seen. It was worse than the pit toilet at our Civil War reenactment where rednecks on a diet of Slim Jims and salted pork deposited shit on top of shit for a week straight.
I had it on all my clothes. Shirt, shoes, socks, pants, and boxers. Real stinky crap, too; nice and slimy from the pudding (which gave it an eerie blackness). I stripped naked and soaked my shit-stained clothes in the sink while scrubbing the entire bathroom with a washcloth. It took me a loooooooooong time of scrubbing to get the bathroom anywhere near clean, and even then the smell was atrocious. It took more than another hour of rinsing with shampoo to get my clothes to stop smelling. I really needed a sandblaster.
The toilet had clogged, and you don't want to know how I got it unclogged.
My clothes were soaking wet. The bathroom air tasted like the inside of an ass. The washcloth was worn thin and completely stained. All the towels were wet from cleaning up the flooded toilet. And I had been in the bathroom for hours.
I gathered my nerves as best as possible and went back downstairs to join my friends, who were all curious what the hell I'd been doing in the bathroom, flushing a hundred times as they watched two more entire Troma films.
-- Captain Shagrat