| a random story i remembered randomly.So, I randomly remember a story from 2nd grade. I told this story to Ken while he was driving us back home, and he almost suffocated and driving became quite unstable. So I am going to share the wonderfulness to all. 2nd grade. I really had to shit, so I raised my hand to go to the bathroom. The teacher saw me raise my hand, and called on me. Instead of me asking to go to the bathroom, she mistook my raised hand as an offer to hand out papers to the class. So, I figured I can pass them out and make it to the bathroom. I was instantly incorrect. After I took the papers, I shat myself while standing up. I don't remember if I paused to let loose, or if I just shat while walking (which would be mad skills). Instead of running to the bathroom, I continued to hand out papers. As I went through each table, everyone is making a disgusted face and asking "EW! What is that smell?" I, trying to be slick at an early age, went along with everyone. "I know, what is that?" After passing out all the papers, I immediately head straight to the principal's office. I thank god my classroom was right across the hall from it. I told her about my mishap, and she called my father. He picked me up early from school, to bring me home. On the way home, I had to sit on my knees facing the back of the car while hugging the back rest of the passenger seat, all while my dad was disgusted from the horrid smell. We got home, and he cleaned my ass. I remember it being very tan poo poo and quite smelly. So yea, picture me at an age of 5-6 (i think) shitting myself in my school uniform in my tighty whities, and passing out papers to the entire class. You're welcome. |
