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Last time you shit your britches? Go!

About 5 years ago. Almost passed out at the bar at London House Hotel in Chicago. My brother was in town and staying at the hotel for work. Didn't realize I sh!tted a little until I went up to my brother's room to lay down. It wasn't a full on colon blown, just one of the more serious skid marks I've ever made. Those underwears got thrown in the trash and I rode the subway home commando. I wasn't drunk(2 drinks); my doctor said I probably had an adrenaline dump due to stress(I was switching jobs and moving) that quickly lowered my blood sugar. He also called me a pussy and asked me to find a new general practitioner.
 
About 5 years ago. Almost passed out at the bar at London House Hotel in Chicago. My brother was in town and staying at the hotel for work. Didn't realize I sh!tted a little until I went up to my brother's room to lay down. It wasn't a full on colon blown, just one of the more serious skid marks I've ever made. Those underwears got thrown in the trash and I rode the subway home commando. I wasn't drunk(2 drinks); my doctor said I probably had an adrenaline dump due to stress(I was switching jobs and moving) that quickly lowered my blood sugar. He also called me a pussy and asked me to find a new general practitioner.
Sounds like you got the classic @lurkeraspect84 roofie colada.
 
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