I've got quite a library but this one was good.
On my way to Europe about 10 years ago, I spent an over nighter in Bangkok. I was really careful what I ate but the night before I brushed my teeth using tap water. I was thirsty so I drank some water out of the tap. I finished and thought that wasn't very clever. The next morning felt a bit yucky, got to the airport and boarded the plane. I had my meal then took a sleeping pill. Not long into a DEEP sleep I awoke feeling like I was going to explode. I needed to fart real bad so I checked the lady next to me was asleep. She was - cool. Slowly relaxed the old valve and... emptied my bowls in my pants. It wouldn't fucking stop either. Fuck the stench! I got around the lady next to me and walked to the shitter with warm poo running down my legs. Got into the toilet and contemplated staying there until the plane had landed... a good 7 hours to go. Decided I had to wash my pants. I did and got the attention of a stewardess, explained what had happened and that I needed my pants dried. All she came up with was a blanket which I wrapped around me and returned to my seat that someone had put a cover on. The lady that was beside me had gone. About half an hour later my bowl had a spasm so I ran to the toilet, half loosing the blanket on the way there. In my previous visit to the shitter my undies were past the point of no return so I had thrown them away. I eventually got my damp pants back and made sure I was the last person to leave the plane. While I was waiting in passport control and everybody was looking at me like I was a known paedophile, I had to make another mad rush to the toilet in the opposite direction. I was almost running, heard some yelling, looked behind me and security were running after me. I didn't stop and ran into the airport shitter. I was letting rip while two security guards were laughing their heads off.
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Originally Posted by alarumba
to care. So,
*hic*
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