A Shitty Night
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So I was at dinner with the groomsmen going over last minute plans for a wedding I'm in tomorrow. Afterwards, we went back to the groom's house to have a drink and chill for a bit before we all went home.
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A Shitty Night

by deaftolight

So I was at dinner with the groomsmen going over last minute plans for a wedding I'm in tomorrow.

Afterwards, we went back to the groom's house to have a drink and chill for a bit before we all went home.

I was planning on leaving within 15 mins, but all of the sudden, like a phantom, I felt this explosive diarrhea chomping at the gates of my bowels like rabid dogs. The Uber was on surge.

The Lyft was on primetime. Nothing is working in my favor. I call a ride, and it finally gets there. I live about 7 mins away, so I feel like I can make it.

The first thing I say to the Uber driver is how bad I have to take a shit. He begins to chauffeur me home as I'm squeezing my sphincter harder than I ever have in my life.

After the longest seven minutes of my life, we pull up to my house. I say thank you and start maneuvering to my door.

I fumble around my keys in the darkness, trying under the pale moonlight to somehow fanagle the one that opens the door.

I make it inside, and teeterwalk to the bathroom, ignoring my untimely delighted dog on the way. I'm about to erupt.

My glutes are cramped at this point, because I have been squeezing my butt cheeks so hard to dam the river of impending shit.

I start to shimmy my pants down, and as soon as I get about a quarter of the way down to the toilet, just like Shaq shooting a free throw... I MISS. I MISS THE FUCKING BOWL.

There's shit everywhere. On the seat and stem of the toilet, the floor, the back of my pants, in my taint. Everywhere. I make it all the way to the fucking toilet and I still fail.

I was supposed to come home and finish writing the speech I have to say at the reception tomorrow,

but instead I spent the last hour bleaching the shit out of my bathroom like it was one of Dexter's kill rooms, and vigorously scrubbing myself clean.

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