hahah funny, reminds me of another story.
I'm very regular... do at least 3 fairly big shites everyday.... can hold it for a while but sometimes I just NEED to go.
In my old job we were lifting and relaying and old road, our lunch cabin was next to a church. It had a porta-potty but it hadn't been emptied for weeks... if not months... I couldn't even bare to be in it... let alone sit on it.
I used to normally shit when I got up, when I got home and before bed... but not today... needed to go really badly... I'd been in the church toilet once before but it was closed today... I knocked and the vicar refused to let me use the toilet... bastard... I hope Saint Peter reminds him about it...
There's a giant valley with a river than runs through it that is now a public park quite near and I knew that had public toilets in the middle of it so I headed off that way... I really needed to shit and was fighting back a turtle head the whole time... was very very close to knocking on a stranger's door and asking if I could use their toilet but it's probably the poshest/snootiest part of the city and I thought I could make it.
I got there and the toilets where CLOSED! I was literally touching cloth at this point... there was a cafe in the park not too far away but again it was shut... there's also a big posh restaurant and luckily (or so I thought) I could see it was open.
I buzzed on the door and this posh stuck up waiter in his late 30s (don't know how you can be stuck up if you're approaching mid life and you're a fucking waiter!) appeared at the window on the door... explained how desperate my situation was (dramatic... but would you want to lay a turd in your boxers?) and the cunt wouldn't let me in!
decided I was just going to have to go in a bush somewhere (like you I wasn't really bothered about wiping at this point!). I don't know if anybody hear knows Jesmond Dene but it's not exactly a park...
Jesmond Dene - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia looks like there's 10000s of bushes to take a shit right? wrong... it's either next to some family activity place/petting zoo/road/river or footpath.
After frantically rushing about trying to find somewhere within range I eventually decided to go back next to the restaurant and go in a bush there hoping nobody would see me.
I'm normally a clean shitter... few wipes and I'm done... but the shit was already on it's way out at this point... I'd crushed my own turtle head with my bum cheeks to stop it coming out any further so lets just say it took a lot of whipping... all I had where my boxer shorts... that's what reminded me of your story.
The best part (and the point to me telling you about a shit I took!!!) of the story is that I didn't want to leave a pair of MY shitty pants in a public place where lots of children are (didn't like the idea of Timmy the dog giving granny a pair of shitty pants it found or a kid playing army stepping in them!)
I could of carried them to the river running through the park and thrown them in there... but why would I do that when I was right next to the restaurant that that cunt of a waiter worked in? *SPLAT* stotted them off the front door of the place for him to deal with!
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