I went for a friendly drink with my mate Darren during a bad spell of the runs. After we had left the pub we needed a piss and found some inviting shrubbery to relieve ourselves in.
As I urinated, my sphincter loosened enough to let a thin trickle of liquid turds streak down my pants and jeans. I had to remove my jeans, throw my pants in the bushes, and put my jeans on inside out to avoid being talked to by the police.
As we walked to Darren's house cars kept honking me and the clearly visible line of shit down my jeans. His sister thought I smelled a bit funny when we got back to his house.
Wonder why?
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