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Mia
hey I'm Mia I'm a little over 18 now, have really long straight bright brown hair, brown eyes, I'm a little skinny, and of course I a girl,

I remember this one time a couple years ago when I was 16 my mon and dad and me was camping at a lake and my best friend Amy (15 at the time) was camping with her fmom and dad at the next campsite over, about one week latter (we were there for two weeks) that morning I went over to see if Amy had woke up yet but she wasn't, so I got the binoculars and was watching the birds in the lake, when I got an urge to poo, but I could easly hold it, so watched the ducks some more and forgot about it, well I got bored and checked but she was still asleep, so I thought I would go find a place to use it so I went into the woods and found a nice spot about 100 yards from the campsite but didn't feel like I needed to go, so I climbed a few trees, got a little tired so I rested in a tree for a few minutes, when I hear someone coming, I looked arould while up it the tree, It was Amy looking around, she was holding her butt real tight, I could tell she really needed to go because she hates to let anyone know she has to go, she was about a good 20 or 30 feet away, so it she couldn't see me up in the trees, she looked around and didn't see anyone so she took off her skirt (and with the binoculars I had I could see her real good like I was right next to her) she had a huge brown stain on her panties, she took them off and looked at them they was a big mess, then she squated down I could see poop sticking out her hole, I could hear her grunting, and a small log drop out, then she stoped grunting and looked around while she was squating then stood up kept looking and then she took off here shoes and socks, speadted her legs and started pissing standing up, not very good though it ran down her legs alot, she didn't pee much though, well after that , she grunted some more and push out another small log, then more grunts and a big one was trying to get out I could hear her going "ow" and stop and it went back in, she then squated back down and started pushing some more, she grunting and "ow"ing and huge turd starts coming out, she looked like she was about to cry, It was big, then a big grunt and out came the bigest turd I have seen, she looked so relieved lol, she had a backpack with her too, she set it down away from her watse and got out a roll of toilet paper and wipe her butt clean, then quickly squated back down and just started gushing out piss for awhile(she drinks alot of soda) a good minute and half for sure, then she wiped her crotch and legs she then got a new pair of panties out and put them on and put her skirt, socks and shoes back on, got her bcak pack and left her panties there I guess she went back to camp afer that, well I climb down and whent over there, that turd was huge and her panties had a small turd smeared in it, I got an big urge to poop so I pull down my shorts and panties and squated beside her pile a laid a nice long log, about half as thick as hers, then I got an idea to try standing up like she did, so I took off everthing below the crotch and tryed pissing like she did, it all went down my legs, she was alot better(about half got her legs) then I push out rest of poo I could that was alot easier, well I got the toilet paper I stuffed in my pockets and wiped myself clean as good as I could and put my bottom cholthes and shoes back on and whent to find Amy to play (wich was alot more playful the rest of time we was there, we even stayed in the same tent,) I that night I asked why she was in a better mood now, she told my she didn't know why, lol, but I got her to tell me that it was because she got a contispated poo out the next night, and I asked "was it big?" she said "the bigest I ever done." then she said "even bigger than that one you did when the first day we got here. I saw you useing it when I was looking around. sorry I didn't tell you." I told her "its was ok, and that I was resting in a tree when you used it too, I was about to use it too" she goes "you didn't see me try to... um you know" I said "yeah, I did. I umm was umm its hard to do, it all went down my legs" that made her laugh alot, saying "you trying that" I said "but how did you do it" her said "yeah but, if you want I could show you how" I say "yeah, in the morning?"

ok well I should stop talking now, before this gets to big, oh btw if ya want to know Amy always wheres skirts, and has short brown hair(her hair was alot daker brown than mine).


Ray
Hi there,

A few days ago I posted my discovery as a game warden (hope you liked it). That remembered me about an other "adventure".
When I was younger I worked as a handyman at a local gasstation/groceryshop. One day a woman and her daughter pulled over. The girl was nicely looking and some younger than me, but at least 18> because she was driving. Her mother filled up the tank, while the girl walked in my direction. 'Can I use the bathroom', she asked somewhat embarresed. Unfortunatelly for her there were no restroom and I wasn't allowed to let her use he personals restroom. She got back to her mom and they talked for a little while. The girl must be in a hurry now, because she was holding herself (pressing her hand on her bottom). Her mother payed for the gas and got in the grocery shop. To my surprise she came back with a plastic bag of diapers (biggest size but too small off course for her daughter). She gave them to her daughter. I was a little embaressed, so I pretended that I was busy. Meanwhile I didn't miss a bit! The girl got a diaper out of the package and pulled down her jeans and pants (she was standing behind the open door of her car and her mom, so it was not very clear what she was doing exactly, but I knew enough...). The diaper was a littlebit small, but she managed to pull it up and she put her jeans back on. Her mom dropped the rest of the diapers into a bin and let her daughter step in next to her. She took the wheel and drove away. I'm still wondering of the girl got home clean, or that she pooped her diaper on the ride home.

Ray


Nancy
Hello All,
Sorry it has been awhile since I last posted....things have been kind of crazy...............especially at work.

I have a good story though about one of my co-workers...........

Her name is Mandi and she told me yesterday that she had been constipated for a week..............she was in pain and tried several times to poop at work but no such luck. She called for a doctor's appointment to see if they could give her something for this little "problem".

So today Mandi comes in and says the doctor told her she'd need an enema ASAP....................he said a nurse would bring one in and Mandi could use it in the bathroom there. Well Mandi said she's never done this before so the nurse said she'd show her how. Mandi said she asked the nurse to do it for her since she was scared...............so she did and Mandi said the nurse held her hand and coached her through it and then a huge movement came after about 15 minutes of this...........Mandi cried at the end since she had such relief.......................The nurse also showed her again how to do it so Mandi can do these for herself..................Mandi told me she just may go back to the doctor and let the nurse do it for her again.

Just thought I'd share that story.................after I get to know Mandi better I may introduce her to my favorite peeing spot...the ravine behind my apartment complex........tee hee hee

Ciao Nancy :o)


Adrian
Jenny. It sounds as though your friend Liz was a friend indeed. I've never rubbed anyone's ????? or had it done to me in the cause of relieving constipation but I understand that if done correctly it works quite well - as many posters have testified.

farrowlani. Stress can be a major factor in triggering bowel problems and what you say about being intolerant of certain foods rings a bell too. I think you'll only find out what you're intolerant to - and what's causing or at least aggravating the problem - by trial and error. Some of the commonest things people are allergic to include milk (lactose), wheat, eggs and nuts but practically anything can trigger a reaction if your body takes a dislike to it. Although they don't cause such a big problem as they once did, I find it wise to avoid cooked tomatoes, although I tolerate uncooked ones alright. Hope everything works out for you and they can soon get you sorted.

I had a major poo yesterday tea time which was nice and solid and another early this afternoon - just after lunch. Both felt great!

Tim & Sarah. Hi!

Greetings to Sarah, Meghan and Annie.

Best wishes to everyone.


Kimmy P
Hey, Guess what, another new chick posting here. I found this site like 6 months ago and started reading posts. I have read so many old posts; I just love all you guys that come here. I have a great fascination with peeing, pooping and farting. I enjoy talking about it with friends, hearing it, seeing it and of course, doing it.

Well, a little about myself. My name is Kim; I'm 17 and live in Sydney, Australia. I'm 5'5", 115lbs, brunette, green eyes and tanned. I'm still at school and in Year 11. From an early age I always held on to my poop until the last second, this resulted in many near accidents (only ever had 2 though) regular constipation, marks in my panties and some really big poops. I have an urge to poop almost everyday, but usually only go every second day. I also have the same habit with peeing, I drink heaps of water and need to pee constantly, over the past year or two I have become very good at holding on. Farting, however, is quite the opposite, I'm know to let big farts rip wherever I am and in front of whoever is around. At school everyone knows me for farting, no one really seems to mind when I fart, most people find it quite funny.

At this time I am actually quite desperate to take a dump, I can feel it poking out of my ass :P but I'll hold on to it until later tonight when I can enjoy it.

I wont tell any of my amazing stories just yet. If you would like me to continue posting and tell all of you my peeing, pooping and farting stories and habits, just let me know. If I get a good response I'll post as often as I can, if no one responds I'll happily stay and read.

That's all for now.

Kimmy P.



farrowlani
For those of you who have been reading my posts, you know that I have been constipated since Tuesday, the day of my doctor's appointment. Well, today, when I came home from work/school, my mom asked me, "So, how's your stomach feeling today?" And I told her, "You know how the medicine is supposed to stop me from having diarrhea, right? Well, it's done more than that. I am now constipated and that is not good." And she says, "So, you haven't gone doo doo since then?" And I said, "Yeah and probably when I do, you'll have to call the plunger." And we were both laughing.
My stomach has been straining off and on all day, sending me signals to try and poop, but nothing happened. All I got was a pebble that was less than a centimeter in diameter. But it all changed at 11 p.m. tonight. After I told my mom I was constipated, I went body boarding and then had dinner at my cousin's house. I came home at quarter to 11 and knew that it was time to just sit on the toilet until it all came out.
So, I brushed my teeth, and decided to change into my night gown so I can be as comfortable as possible because I knew that this wasn't going to be pleasant. Then I got my religion book and at 11 p.m., began the process while reading about Buddhism (perfect isn't it?). I gave my first push and began to feel the tip starting to come out. So I relaxed. I could feel it slowly come out. After a few minutes, I pushed again, only to feel the shit getting too big for my hole. Then I relaxed and let it slowly slide. After the third strain, my hole opened so wide that it hurt in a burning way. A fart escaped. My bowels continued to move slowly. Finally, after 20 minutes, I decided to give up and just continue pushing no matter what. With that last push, I began to feel the end of my bowels. It felt huge. All of a sudden it plopped into the toilet. No tail at the end, just a huge piece of shit, and the plop into the toilet. My gosh I felt so much relief after that, but not from my butt hole which was burning (and is still recovering right now, 15 minutes later). The bad thing was that when I looked into the toilet, my shit had already made its way into the hole, so I couldn't get a good look at how long it was. But it was a dark brownish color. I have a feeling that I may have this constipation problem for a while. Oh well, I have to see the doctor again next Tuesday anyway. Meanwhile, my mother is really concerned (especially since yesterday I was really tired and told her that I think it was the medication. She told me that I should tell the doctor and I said, "No, that's how").
Ciao, chao, adios, aloha


Linda
Linda from Australia here again.

I don't have any memorable poop stories to share but I was wondering, where has Fatman gone?? I love reading his posts, he always does massive poops. I remember reading one of his posts a few months ago, when he took a dump in a public toilet and he had been a bit constipated.

If anyone has any good constipatin stories or stories about stubborn logs, please share them.




dylan
one time during the summer I was visiting a college with my cousin because she was going to go to school there in the fall. i walked into a bathroom to pee and thought I saw a condom machine hanging from the wall. i thought it was weird they would have a condom machine. then i noticed there were no urinals. i looked at the condom machine and it was really a tampon machine. i had gone into the ladies room by mistake. i was glad nobody saw me but i think it wouldhave been cool if there had been a girl in there taking a rhino dump. peace out dylan


Vince
Hello all

Nice to see the WWLB crew back on the board! I always enjoy the stories.

Bubba -- I'm afraid that compared to some of the accounts you come across around here, my stories will be quite lame! I had one former girlfriend when I was younger that had a larger bladder than normal. She was a very private person, so I didn't often pry into greater details when she would tell me about her bathroom habits. When once I did ask, she shied away immediately and I lost my chance for any further info! I do have a few stories from what she did tell me.

It was normal for her not to pee from the time she left for work until later that evening when she got home (About 6am to 4pm normally). Evidently the restrooms were not up to par where she worked, and she hated public bathrooms in general. One particular day she told me about was when had to work late. She didn't get home until around 6:30pm that day, and had been drinking more liquids than usual to try to get over a cold. She didn't provide too many details, but did say that by the time she arrived home she was desperate to pee. Again, she didn't say too much about the pee itself other than that she "didn't know when it was going to stop." This piqued my interest, to say the least, but I didn't ask about it further for reasons previously explained.


LoggerMan
I've just done a poo standing up and bending over slightly, it's quite good isn't it, you get to see the poo falling and splashing in the water and it falls faster and splashes more. I can't do it standing up straight because I cannot poo without peeing and if I stand up straight I'll pee all over the floor.

Tim (and Sarah): Sorry if I offended you, I should hastily add that I didn't poo on a grave or even within yards of one, I wouldn't do such a disrespectful thing.


hey Kerstin welcome to the boards. How did those turds smell?


Jenny
Today I needed to poop really bad but I was constipated. I was so constipated that my stomach was bloated out and hurting me really bad. I sat on the toilet for a while trying to push it out but nothing was happening. My roommate Liz came home and heard me in the bathroom groaning. She asked through the door if I was ok and I told her I had a stomachache. She asked if I wanted one of her ????? rubs. At this point, I was really hurting and needed to relieve myself really bad. So I went out and laid down on the couch and she sat beside me in a chair and massaged my stomach for me. She uses pretty hard pressure in a certain way that actually usually makes my stomachache worse for a while but then it will get things moving. I let her rub my stomach for a while then went in my room to lie down because my stomach hurt me more than ever. But within 10 minutes I went back in the bathroom and pooped out the hugest log. It was so big around that it hurt my butt coming out. What a relief and my stomachache is completely gone.


Pam
Charlotte
I feel for you. I have tons of lactose intolerant stories that I will post as I get time.

Farrowlani
I have a feeling that there are more foods that upset my stomach than just dairy things too because I get a ?????ache and diahrrea almost every day, just not as severe as when I use dairy products. I know for me cheese and ice cream are the worst and make me vomit sometimes too. It seems like when I eat something too greasy I get diahrrea. Also, do tomatoes give anyone else diahrrea? I don't really know if its the tomatoes or the fact that food with tomatoes like spagetti and pizza also have cheese a lot of the time.


marlina
I have been reading this forum for quite a while now, and i must say i am a wee bit dissapointed that there are so many poo stories; i myself am a fan of peeing. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE post more peeing stories, especially the guys. There is nothing i love so much as a good peeing story. I will post some of mine later; i have to run right now.


Sandy
I just found this site and I am so glad I did because I had a really embarrassing accident at school last week. I am 13 years old in the seventh grade. Something about the school lunch on Friday did not agree with my stomach. In 4th period French class, my stomach got all rumbly and I began passing bad gas. I was doing it silently but it smelled really bad and I was scared that people around me were beginning to figure out that it was me. I would have held it in but my belly was rumbling and hurting and every time it would hurt, I would fart and it would feel a lot better. I knew I needed to poop so I told the teacher I didn't feel good and asked if I could go to the restroom. She said yes and I went but for some reason, while I was there, my belly quit hurting and I couldn't get anything to come out. I stayed for as long as I thought I could get away with, hoping I could just poop and get it over with but I couldn't. Then I went back to French. I sat back down but within a few minutes my belly was bothering me again. I knew I couldn't ask to go to the bathroom again so I resolved to tough it out and just fart silently when my belly hurt. This worked for a while but my bellyache was getting really really bad. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, a cramp hit me that made me grab my stomach with both hands and brought tears to my eyes. I bent slightly forward to try to relieve the pain in my stomach when a quiet but wet fart came out along with a little poop. By now the teacher had noticed that I was doubled over with tears rolling down my face and asked if I was alright. I shook my head no and she told this girl Amanda who I don't like at all to help me to the bathroom. When we were walking down the hall, I got another bad cramp and this time more poop came out to the point where Amanda was like "Gross, it smells like you crapped your pants". I got in the bathroom and pooped out a ton of really gross liquidy poo. Then I went to the office and called my mom to come and get me because I didn't want to sit in poopy underwear the rest of the day. Of course that b?h Amanda went and told everyone and now I am totally embarrassed to be seen at school.


Jimmy Ten Eyes
A Hospital Memory

If you think the people in this forum are interested in the human excretory functions, you ought to visit the hospital I was in a few years ago. The whole staff were pretty much obsessed with all things poop and pee.

A motorcycle crash (of which I have no specific memory) landed me in the trauma unit with a fractured vertebra in my neck. Lucky for me it didn't separate the spinal cord, but I was still in a world of hurt. After two surgeries, I hurt a lot less, and was finally emerging from my drugged-out daze, but I still had weeks of convalescence ahead of me.

If you've ever spent any time in a hospital, you know there is a lot of interest in how much liquid you drink, how often you pee (all of it into a yellow plastic pitcher), how much, what time did you go, etc. Every tinkle was carefully recorded on your chart, and if it wasn't enough, or if it was the wrong color, exotic fruit juices would suddenly appear on your meal tray, and you would receive numerous visits from nurses urging you to, "just take a big drink of water."

All of that, however, was nothing compared to what the staff called your "bowel program."

I hadn't eaten any real food for the first part of my hospital stay, and to be honest, I have no memory of any bowel movement at all during those first drug-crazed days. But when I'd become well enough to start eating again, making poo-poo seemed to become my principal occupation, and my nurses were my mentors. Twice a day there was a little gel-filled capsule that I was told was a "stool softener." At lunchtime, my dessert (yeah, Jello), was always preceded by a big glass of water mixed with Metamucil fiber. Then, early in the evening, a nurse came by and topped off the intestinal bomb they had made of me by inserting its blasting cap: a bisacodyl suppository.

Within a few minutes, a nurse or two would come and sit me on a metal bed pan (I was in a brace that immobilized my head, neck and shoulders, so I needed help with *everything*). I would perch there for a while on the cold, hard steel, force out the remains of the suppository and a miniature turd or two, and that would be that. When it was over, the nurse would come back, turn you on your side, and clean you up with tissue and finally a warm, wet washcloth. That part, I have to say, wasn't at all unpleasant. Before the nurse cleaned out the bedpan, she (or he) would record all of the pertinent data about the event (quantity, color, consistency/density, signs of patient discomfort, etc. ad infinitum). I used to imagine a picture of me in my brace and hospital gown printed on a baseball card with all of my BP (bowel program) "stats" on the back.

On the fourth evening of this routine, I sat on the bedpan, and despite the suppository and all the other stuff, nothing happened. The second time the nurse came back to check on me, she added a second suppository, but after 45 uncomfortable minutes, she took the pan away and said to hit the call button if any change. An hour later, when nothing had happened yet, and the night shift had come on duty, they turned off the lights and I went to sleep -- for a while.

Probably less than an hour later, I awoke with excruciating abdominal cramps. The room was dark and the place was very quiet. Even though I was hurting, I wondered if it was really okay for me to call the nurse. For the past two weeks I'd been on powerful drugs, and my every move had been directed by the doctors and nurses. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to see how passive I'd become. Finally, though, with my guts churning and a mammoth lava flow of poop knocking at the gate, I pressed the call button.

A minute later, the night nurse appeared, asking what I wanted.

"Oh God, could I please get a bed pan?"

"Of course. Do you think you're ready to move your bowels?"

"Yes, yes. Please hurry, I think I'm gonna poop the bed."

In seconds, the bed pan appeared and the nurse had turned me on my side, pulled up my gown, and was sliding the pan into position. "Oh dear! You weren't kidding, were you? It's starting to pop out of there right now." With that, she giggled and began to roll me back onto the stainless steel pot. "There you go. I'll let you take care of business, and you can press the call when you're done."

I didn't really hear her, because I'd already started "taking care of business," and it took every bit of my concentration. I don't know how long that load had been brewing, but it just kept coming and coming in wave after wave. I couldn't see it, of course; it was all I could do just to sit up, but when I finally felt I was done, I could feel the piled up excrement pressing against the fleshy part of my buttocks. I knew it had to be a lot. A good 20 minutes had passed when I again pressed the call button.

"Oh my! You really did have to go, didn't you? Oh my!" The nurse was clearly impressed, and she kept up a running commentary as she cleaned me up and recorded the data. When she had finished, she came back with a spray can of some kind of air freshener and it seemed like she emptied the entire can into the air in my room. As for me, I had never felt so relieved in my life and I immediately fell back into a deep sleep.

The next day, every nurse, assistant or doctor who came into my room commented on it. "Well, Mr. T, I hear you had quite a bowel movement last night. Well done!" or "Are you the guy who had the big BM last night?" Apparently my dump had become the talk of the orthopedic floor. I was finally famous.


Does anyone have weird diarrhea particularly after drinking Starbucks? I noticed it's pretty common in me and my friends, weird!


holly
Once my cousin a boy of 10 and i were on the bus home from school. Liveing in a rural area we had to ride the bus for about 1 hour and 15 minutes. I remember Cody sayin "holly i have to shit and i don't get howm for anouther 45 minutes, what do I do" I promptly replied "hold it retard what else" and left it and that. About 6 years later while eatin Easter dinner and talking about thi snad that we got a on the subject of people crapping their pant and Cody begines like this." Do you remember that time on the bus when we were little and I was farting so bad that the bus driver made me move to the front away from everyone?" ME- "yes". Cody-Well i really had crapped my pants and when i got home i tried to clean it up in the bathroom but i got poop everywhere and stashed my pants in the closet. Then my dada came home and saw the bathroom and asked if i had been touching my poop to embarrased to tell him i crapped my pants i said yes and then he said well whats on your hand. Must be choclate i replied takeing my hand and throwing up towards my face he said if thats choclate lick it. I did and pucked seconds later. after i was dont pukeing i got a beatin for touching my poop and was sent outside to play while my dad laughed. To make matters worse later that night my dog dragged out my crap covered pants and i got beat agian for lying. After Cody told me this i laughed for what seemed like forever and everytime i think about it i still crack up to this day


Diana
I have one of those 24 hour stomach bugs. I keep vomiting every half hour, and lots of the time i have diarrhea at the same time. I figured out i was sick at school. During history i felt awful, and suddenly I started puking and having diarrhea all over myself. i went home, and i've spent all day on the toilet having diarrhea with a bucket on my lap so that i can puke. i feel awful. I've been getting sick every half hour for 12 hours, and if it is a 24 hour bug i still have 12 more to go!

I'm sorry if my spelling and stuff is terrible, but I feel so dizzy and nausious. It's funny--it's taken me half an hour to type this because After the word "figured" in the third sentance I had to grab my bucket and puke. loads of diarrhea came out the other end, and so i had to take a shower as well. I'm completely miserable.


desperato
PEE-PPE TIME
by: who wnats to know
1 day i had a 6 pack of coke with some mates
then we went shopping, the mall had no loos, i needed one, i did not see Cindy, Amy or Kirsty having to go so i held it, MISTAKE
L8er i realy had to go, Amy siad let's split and meet back here i 10 minutes, i thought that that gave me enough time to find a loo else where.
I went outside to look for some where else: 5 minutes nothing,, i had a wet spot on my jeans, i pulled by shirt down and my pants up to hide it.
I had to go SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO badly i was ready to pop.
where was there 2 pee.
NOWHERE
I started looking for a bin or a bush any where to pee.
i had 3 minutes left before i had to meet my friends.
I went into the mall to get a bottle of water to pee into.
My friend amy came up from behind me and yelled BOO.
i lost it
:-(




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