Ok, so I have a story. I was at school and I was really needing to take a dump. So as anyone would do, I sighed, because school bathrooms, and I march to the RR. I open the door, and no exaggeration, there were 15 hillbillies juuling it up in there. I thought about the circumstances and decided to go back to class and wait for the hodunks to leave. 10 minutes later I walk back to bathroom (My class was at the secondary building, important to know) and the yeeyees KNOCKED THE STALL OFF. I’m in panic mode. I feel the excrement seeping through my rectum. I decide to just do it and go into the stall. No toilet paper. I don’t care at this point and just decide to plop and down and hope to God noone comes in. The second I sit down I get stage fright. No more poop. I’m happy and mad at the same time, but I get over it. 20 minutes later and it is back with full force. I swallow my pride and told the teacher, “Look I got to take a fat dump” and he gives me a pretty funny look. But as a Real Bro does he signs my pass, and I’m off to the races. Halfway across the parking lot and it’s getting serious. I began running, so did the poop it felt. I run down the stairs and get into the main building through the front door. I say hi to the secretary, who also happens to be my friend’s mom, as I waddle out the door towards the main hall. I run to the bathroom, go to the biggest stall in there, and pop a squat. Instant anal evacuation. Instant relief. Instant satisfaction. I felt so good after getting off that toilet. And as I walked across the parking lot, I saw my friend looking out the door window, and I gave them the 👌 to show that it was a mission accomplished.
Definitely a story for the ages.