I was 15, having a kick-around with a few friends...
...when I decided the time was right to let go of some air from within my guts.
Well, I followed through. Oh boy did I. It wasn't hard, it was wet steamy dripping down my leg and past my balls human faeces.

This is both my proudest and most shameful experience of my life. Being with 3 guys playing football in a field isn't the ideal setting for a get-away, but no! I had a plan. It was smart. Fail-safe.
I carefully sat down on the grass, waited a few moments before exclaiming I had sat down in dog muck. I was always awful in drama but the timing and execution was perfect, they gave a chuckle and a point while I stumbled off to a bush to change shorts but they believed it, I was saved from being remembered as that kid in secondary school who shit his pants.

I'm not sure if my shitty underwear still resides within that bush, maybe one day I'll go back and check.
( TN, Tue 29 Nov 2005, 22:18, Reply)