rubyroselee
New member
I have an 'emergency poo' story myself....
I was at our local beach with my family when I was a young teen. Since there were no facilities to use at the beach, I had to make the three block hike home to go #2. My younger brother mentioned that he also had to go #2 really badly and wanted to walk home with me. So we start the walk home and I suddenly get a stomachache and realize I need to go NOW. I tell my brother that we better run. He agrees and says that he also has to go NOW. So we jet home as fast as we can. We had it all planned out...he would get the hidden key from under the steps and throw it up to me where I would be waiting to unlock the door....then I would run to use the upstairs bathroom and he could have the downstairs one. It seemed like an awesome plan...
until...
...we get to the house and there's no key under the steps! Someone forgot to put it back.
So now we have a poo emergency and need somewhere to go. I had the bright idea to go squat in our wooded backyard where no one would see us and do our business. So we both went out behind the wood piles, dropped our pants, and did the duty. The entire time I could just feel the mosquitoes eating me alive.
When my parents came home I told them the story and mentioned that I was so itchy from the mosquito bites. My brother and I both pulled down our pajama pants to reveal we probably had over 50 mosquito bites on our butts!
It served as a great memory for a few days of what not to do in a wooded area. But sometimes nature calls <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">
I was at our local beach with my family when I was a young teen. Since there were no facilities to use at the beach, I had to make the three block hike home to go #2. My younger brother mentioned that he also had to go #2 really badly and wanted to walk home with me. So we start the walk home and I suddenly get a stomachache and realize I need to go NOW. I tell my brother that we better run. He agrees and says that he also has to go NOW. So we jet home as fast as we can. We had it all planned out...he would get the hidden key from under the steps and throw it up to me where I would be waiting to unlock the door....then I would run to use the upstairs bathroom and he could have the downstairs one. It seemed like an awesome plan...
until...
...we get to the house and there's no key under the steps! Someone forgot to put it back.
So now we have a poo emergency and need somewhere to go. I had the bright idea to go squat in our wooded backyard where no one would see us and do our business. So we both went out behind the wood piles, dropped our pants, and did the duty. The entire time I could just feel the mosquitoes eating me alive.
When my parents came home I told them the story and mentioned that I was so itchy from the mosquito bites. My brother and I both pulled down our pajama pants to reveal we probably had over 50 mosquito bites on our butts!
It served as a great memory for a few days of what not to do in a wooded area. But sometimes nature calls <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif" border="0">