Now you’re speaking my language I have a good story
Picture this, seven, riding a Schwinn bike with a banana seat and popping wheelies up the street with friends. I chose to ignore my bodily functions in pursuit of none stop fun. Then the urge to hit hard. I made it to the driveway - toilet releasing, while simultaneously hitting the 3” curb. It was a huge that turned into a pancake Especially after my *** jammed back down into the seat……overcoming much internal embarrassment, this seven year old brain focused on hiding the evidence. Phase one, get past Mom without a guilty face or a funny walk. Phase 2 , peel chocolate pancake into toilet,
Phase 3, scuttled undies into the back corner of the closet on my brothers side ……Mom eventually found them a month later and that’s where phase 4 came in, deny, deny and blame it on your brother
I’ve definitely gone home with less clothes on than I left the house with for similar reasons as well as I do have a spare pair of boxers and a roll of TP in my van, but you trying to hide your dookied up drawers in the back of the closet is priceless.