Alright...I don't care if you guys believe me ... it's real. This is the the most embarassing thing that I've ever experienced... it was a horrible night for me.. and I'm sharing it with you guys because I don't want any of my misc brahs to have to go through this.. especially since it all could have been EASILY prevented. It's very long, but I'll do my best to recount all of the important details. no ****ing cliffs..... read it to save yourself from something like this...

Anyway...
If you've been following my social anxiety thread you would have learned that I got an asian girls number during my last update (the encounter wasn't recorded unfortunetely because my Camera froze). But anyway, it's been over a week and I was feeling like taking a break from exam studying, and I figured that if I didn't call her before exams were done then I wouldn't get a chance to see her until after the break (which would be too long perhaps). So I called her up and asked her if she wanted to take a break from studying and meet me for coffee. Well she said yes, and we met at a campus cafe. We had some small talk, and it went well overall. After that she said "hey my roomate is making some chinese food for dinner because her boyfriend is over, would you like to come by and try some? she usually makes way more than needed". Now at that point I felt like I had to take a ****, but there was no way I could turn down this opportunity; it seemed like she was into me and this would be a great opportunity to get to know each other further. So I decided to try and hold my crap as long as possible (I don't crap in public toilets) and accept her invitation.

Well we went back to her place, had some food (very good btw)... and ****... I had to take take a **** really badly... and I also had to take a **** really badly (I had been holding that too since I didn't bring my pee bottles with me to the date)... I really didn't want to use her washroom because I didn't want stink the place up... but it became so unbearable to the point where I could feel the turd popping out of my rectum.. to make matters worse I was actually starting to get an erection (I'm not sure why.. but that's what happened). So I rushed to the washroom... and thus begins the worst possible scenario imagineable.





I pull down my pants step up to the toilet and I am then faced with an ominous predicament; I have to extremely badly take BOTH a pee AND a POO.... AND I have an erection.... what the **** do I do? Which do I do first??








So I bend over and try to push my erected ***** down a bit to pee into the can... but as I relax my pelvic floor muscles to release the urine.. I feel my turd start to come out at the same time!




So then I'm like "*** this... I'll just try and hold the pee and let the poo come out"... so I sit on the can... grasp my ***** hard to try and "block" it... and I then tried to let the crap come out....that didn't work so well...

As I relaxed my **** sphincters... my pelvic floor muscles relaxed as well and **** started flying all over the floor... I started panicking at this point... so I desperately held my crap again, while I attempted to shove/bend my erect ***** into the toilet. Once it was in... I tried take the **** and crap at the same time, but my *** was too far out and this massive turd started flying out missing the bowl, landing partially on the back rim and partially on the floor.







I then closed everything off again (you can't imagine the pain of repeatedly blocking yourself from peeing and pooing when you have go so badly)... wtf was I supposed to do? I either pee on her floor or poo on her floor....then out of sheer desperation and instinct an idea popped into my head:





I ran into her bathtub and let myself go there... I figured that at least this way I could rinse it all down instead of getting **** on her floor....








At that point things get even worse...





The turd wouldn't ****ing dissolve... and the damn bish was asking me wtf I'm doing showering in her washroom....

I then answer "yea lol... I'm showering... is that ok?"...

she says: what the hell? why?? you don't think we're having sex do you???

At this point I can't even think straight and I jokingly (retardedly) say: yes we are lol

she then gets mad and says: wtf? is this some kind of joke... get out of there!!

I say: no please don't come in... I'm not done yet...

At this point the hot water I was using to try and dissolve my **** was releasing **** smelling vapours all over the room.. and it was pretty rancid... the girl could smell it and she said: "why the hell does it smell so ****ing bad? What the hell are you doing in there???"

I say: please don't come in... trust me.. you'll regret it...

she says: **** this... get out now or I'm unlocking the door..

I beg her not too... but she loses her patience and then opens the door. She stops dead in her tracks. There before her was me standing with a pseudo-erect *****, left over fecal residue on my ***,large semi dissolved turds in her bathtub, turds on the floor beside her toilet, and pee all over the floor in front of the can... I was so ****ing embarassed... I started shivering... she looks at me while covering her mouth and nose and whispers... "wtf did you do???"...she was starting to cry... I hesitate for a bit and I try to explain myself "I tried my best ... I... I'm sorry"... She then flips out and tells me to clean up the mess or she's calling the cops. I agree to do it.

She leaves, and I grap some toilet paper... pick up the turds from the floor and bathtub, toss them in the can, and then I proceed to clean off the floor and bathtub with soap, water and alot of tissues. I tossed most of the tissues into her toilet bowl (the garbage was full eventually). I then took some perfume from the counter and tossed into the bathtub to get rid of odour. After I was done I cleaned my *** off and flushed the toilet. To my utmost dismay, my massive fecal matter bulk and the large amount of TP unded up clogging the toilet and it overflowed and started spilling crap all over the floor... I'm literally crying at that point... I look for the plunger but I couldn't find it so I put my pants on and rushed out to ask her if she had a plunger so I could fix the toilet...I see her with her roommate and her roommates bf... she's crying... as soon as she sees me she tells me to gtfo right now... I try to explain that the toilet is clogged... but she doesn't let me ... she says she feels threatened and she wants me out now... she graps a knife from the drawer and tells me to leave... I leave.

about a minute later I hear this loud scream coming from her dorm room (I assumed she went back to the washroom to see it covered in poo water). At that point I sprinted away as fast as possible, while swearing at myself and crying tears of frustration and embarrasment.










All of this could have ****ing been prevented if I had just brought my goddamn pee bottles!!! WTF?!?! The FIRST girl that shows interest in me.. I have to go and **** in her bathtub???? This is ****ing retarded (yes mad).

to all you people saying "peeing in bottles is stupid/gross"... well **** that... not only is it more convenient and cleaner, but it also prevents epic disaters like this one....

This is what WOULD have happened if I had my trustee pee bottle... I would have on sat on the can and then simultaneosly peed into the bottle and pooed into the toilet. No disaster... no mess.... and none of this would have happened.




anyway... should I let things cool off for a bit and call her back? maybe to apologize/explain myself? or should i just hope I never run into her again?

 

This reminds me of the Ben Stiller movies where he does one stupid thing after another. Those movies annoy me. Particular because he lies, then lies again and again. Making the situation even dumber. All because he didn't use public bathroom. I'm tired of stories that make men look like quivering dumbasses.

 

Put in for a transfer to a new school. You're done there.

Trust me.

 

am i the only one whose never heard of a pee bottle? wtf man? you have a medical condition? I've been pooing a long time and i've never had any issues that bad.

 

That should definitely go in the you laugh you lose thread as I was laughing so hard my boss was like WTF then he came over and he couldn't stop laughing.

Great story

 

It's more sanitary than peeing into a toilet or urinal...

 

WTF kind of toilet is this that you couldn't shove your junk in the bowl and get your business done in the toilet?

And, not that you knew ahead of time, but going to the bathroom in public would have either averted the mess or transferred it somewhere that wasn't disastrous.

Otherwise this seems like a terrible story, but I'm not sure what could be done to prevent it; especially once the poo was on the floor. Unless you could have somehow peed in her shower and shat in the toilet?

Edit: On further thought, perhaps one last bad choice amongst bad choices could have saved you: Upper Decker. You'd have come to the same fate eventually, but it could be epic funny instead of epic sad, and it would have at least delayed the inevitable. Plus it would have given you your needed two places, assuming you could have angled yourself right with a stiffy (though if you could I still don't see how all your bits wouldn't have fit in the bowl.)

 

i fell outta my chair instant classic but yeah your thru there you forever known as shower sh***er

 

Like mentioned in my social anxiety thread before, I'm not comfortable with putting my junk in the toilet or using public facilities, hence pee bottle.

The shower was too far away I would have missed and gotten it all over the floor. I was in a panic and that was the best idea that came to my mind.

 

I understand anxieties and all, but this seems to have reinforced your anxiety. What if you wrapped yourself in toilet paper so your junk wasn't actually touching the bowl? Fieldstrip the toilet paper and use the tube as a shield maybe? I mean, even if she caught you slathering rubbing alcohol on yourself to get rid of the germs it would have been better, right? Maybe carry some of that no-water disinfectant?

WTF am I doing pondering the logistics of this at 7:30 in the morning. If this is real, I'm sorry bro. If not, it's still funny.