last summer i was out with dos and a few others doing some “urban exploration” at a place off route 5
while in the building, i started to get the urge to shit. no biggie i think, i can hold it. shortly there after the urge started to grow stronger and stonger by the second
i i started mentioned that we had to go, because i REALY had to shit … i got a bit of a stare from 2 people … and i decided it was best to repeat myself
we leave the location, and head up the street to a gas station thats still open … i quickly bail out of the car, knowing i might be to late already. i run to the front door, then calmly walk in the building. after spotting the bathroom, i make a bee line for it
as soon as im out of view of the cashier, not yet in the bathroom, i start to drop my pants … i got my ass on the toilet just as i ripped the most horrible fart ever. before i could even think of how bad that hurt, i start to shit
and shit
and shit
i rip some more farts off
then shit some more
by this point, the bathroom air is almost incapable of sustaining life …
i start to whipe my ass … and quickly realized theres almost no toilet paper … and it quickly runs out
by the time i was done wiping, the toilet was 1/2 full of paper towels, and the exhaust fan has yet to make a dent in the stink
i quickly pulled my pants up, and ran out of the bathroom, cdlosing the door tightly behind me. i composed myself, took a deep breath, and walked out past the cashier like all i did was take a leak
i got outside, RAN to the car, dove in and said “fucking leave NOW”
im sure the stink eventualy worked its way out into the store … and im sure at some point someone was digging a pile of paper towels out of the toilet … just to find my massive shit log underneith
i will never return to that gas station. i fear they have a security cam still of me pasted behind the counter …