I am a vegetarian. However, once a year my friends and I go out to dinner for a giant steak. This year was no different. We went out to the restaurant, we all ate our meal, and then we went over to a friend's house to watch a movie.
This is when it began. I could feel my golden nuggets being used as a diorama to recreate the Gold Rush of 1849. The nuggets were really flowing, so at about the middle of the movie, I got up to go the bathroom. I sat down on the porcelain stress reliever and started struggling to get something out. It was like trying to give birth to a Yao Ming -- the enormous mass just would not fit through such a small opening. Finally, the urge went away, so I went back and sat back down to watch the movie.
But only about fifteen minutes later, the urge returned -- and it didn't just return, it hit me like Dick Butkus hitting an elderly Chinese lady. I hoped no one would question what I was doing as I got up quickly and darted to the bathroom. When I finally made it in there, I could feel the poop coming out of my butt, creating an abstract drawing -- mostly dark shades of brown and green -- all over my underwear. I thought for a second that I should take them off and submit them to a museum as a painting. But before I could even finish that thought, it started coming out.
I squatted as fast as I could and dropped one of the biggest bombs ever. The tidal wave that ensued soaked me more than a shower would have. I was drenched with urine-filled water that made me smell worse than the poop I had just let loose. I stood up to wipe and quickly noticed that there was no way in hell that it would ever go down the toilet. It was a giant landmass of which even Columbus himself would have been proud.
To avoid embarrassment in front of my friends, I went out to the family room where they were watching the movie and said that I had to go home. It was too dark for them to tell that I was wet, so I was safe there. But there was still one more thing I had to take care of: the enormous poop still in the toilet. I had nicknamed it Brutus while trying to figure out what to do with it.
I eventually came to the conclusion that the only was the get rid of it without anyone seeing was to take it with me. So I took off my sweatshirt and reached in and grabbed it. I wrapped it up in my sweatshirt and ran out of the house. I didn't want to take it my car, however, so I ended up throwing it off the side of the road into a pond by my friend's house. It quickly sank to the bottom, like the corpse of a murder victim.
I had no reason to keep my sweatshirt, but it was too recognizable to leave it in that neighborhood with manmade pudding stains all over it. So I brought it in my car with me and drove it past my house, out to a rural area with a few farms. I threw it out of my window and drove home.
Upon arrival at my house, my dad asked me why I was soaking wet. I told him I had just been pranked at my friend's house and ended up getting water poured all over me. Little did he know that I had just produced more chocolate in the span of a minute than Hershey's Chocolate factory has produced during their entire tenure as a company.
I told of few of my friends the next day and swore them to secrecy. My family never found out and either did most of the people who were with me that night.
-- Erik