Wow Toking with Jesus... Wow. Whatever floats your boat.

Anyways, on to my shit stories. Once, in first grade I remember having to go very bad but I thought I could hold it cause I hated shitting in the school's bathrooms. Just a phobia. Well, it was only the beginning of the day. Needless to say, I couldn't hold myself too well and I ended up dropping a huge log in my pants in the middle of my class.
No one smelled it for awhile, and we went down to the playground across the street to play later for recess. I refused to play with anyone because I knew they'd smell it, or worse it would smear when I went down the slide. So, I stood behind a big tree crying and telling everyone to leave me alone. No one knew what was going on.
Later, when we got back to class, the teacher took me aside and I told her. She called my mom who came and picked me up from school, and I remember my first grade teacher and my mom talking, and my teacher said "I thought I was smelling something at some point." And I thought, 'You bitch, I'm still standing right here.'

The second time, and way too recent time, I was a senior in high school. Me and my girlfriend were in Blockbuster and I had to shit really bad, but I wasn't really having any troubles holding it. But then, I had to fart. Oh I can squeeze this one out, no problems. Not. So. Much. I ended up sharting my pants, and me and my gf were suppose to go hang out over at a friend of ours and watch movies. I sidled up to her as she was looking at movies, and very non-chalantly said "Damn. I just shat my pants." She gives me this look and starts laughing and making fun of me. I told her it's not funny and we had to go home so I could change boxers before we went over there. She made fun of me for the rest of the night... and several months after as well. Oh well, it was pretty funny.