
Originally Posted by
morbidT
My BFFL and myself went to KY for my ggma's birthday party. I wasn't feeling too good because my Chron's was out of control and undiagnosed/misdiagnosed, but my gma was turning 96 or something, so I thought I should go. I didn't eat at the party. Maybe nibbled because my guts just weren't having it. I had already eaten gummy bears at the BFFL's dorm and poop out gummy bear body parts; undigested. So, I was being cautious. There used to be an awesome little mom and pop shop dairy queen where my ggma lived. I wanted ice cream really bad but knew my guts wouldn't allow it, so I got a blue slushy. I told my BFFL, 'watch me poop blue.'
About an hour into the trip I had the urge to poop. It was a Sunday afternoon, BTW. Of course we were on an area of the interstate that didn't have exits all that close together. I noticed a Frisch's Big Boy restaurant off the highway, so I took the exit. I run into the restaurant and see the line for the ladies room. It's out the door. Ugh. I just walk right in front of everyone, holding my butthole with my hand, and scream, "sorry, but I have to poop! I have to poooop peopllllle!" and walk right into the next stall that opened.
My freaking but exploded. I was moaning from the pain and laughing my ass off because of all the noises coming out of my butt. I could hear all the women talking about me, but I didn't care. I went to wipe my butt and my class ring falls off into the toilet. I hear my BFFL laughing. I tell her to turn the hot water on, I was going in for my ring. It didn't really matter anyway because the poop was entirely blue slushy liquid.
When I came out of the stall everyone was just standing there staring. No one entered the other empty stalls. I washed my hands, thanked the ladies, and headed back home.