elephantstone Wrote:
ehhh, it's just a messageboard...so why not.
about 5 years ago, on a VERY hungover sunday morning, i was playing golf with some friends. anyways, i was in that stomach-churning, hazey, out-of-it early morning hangover phase.
by the third hole, i was feeling better...having chugged a large bottle of gatorade. i thought i was ready for a cigarette. bad idea. i felt a shit coming on quickly. i was a good 200 yards from the clubhouse, and even further from the portajohn around the 6th hole. oh, also...this was a 9 hole course, so we were walking -- no carts.
i excused myself from the foursome, and started that fast i-gotta-shit walk towards the clubhouse. as i got closer and closer, the i-gotta-shit factor increased to emergency levels. about 3/4's there, my sphincter started doing some wierd things that made me stop in my tracks. i literally could not move. i had been squeezing so tight that my sphincter started trembling. 100% of my concentration could not keep that thing tight. it just started opening, little by little. i started to freak out. i was right by the putting green, and there were people there. i can see the clubhouse...it's so close...please GOD let me make it there. nope...this shit is coming NOW!
somehow, i was able to move enough to get behind a huge pine tree...and just in time. i lost full control of my sphincter and PLOP, out came one of those mudball shits that you get when you're hungover. oh yeah, did i mention i was wearing shorts? so, yeah...it dropped right out of my boxers, out of my shorts and onto the ground right between my feet. it was unreal. for crapping my pants, this was as clean as it possibly could've been. i headed down to the creek, took off my boxers, cleaned myself up with 'em and left 'em hanging on a tree branch to commemorate the occasion.
i then re-joined my foursome never to say a word to anyone but my wife, and now...obner.
