I got caught short walking from the kebab shop to my house after earlier walking from the pub to the kebab shop around 4 years ago.
The kebab went right through me and I started a drunken shuffling type jog as to try to run in proper strides would almost certainly have resulted in a loosening of the anal valve and shit spluttering everywhere.
I thought I had overcome the issue when I got to within around 50 yards of my house but the resultant mental relaxation proved fatal as I almost simultaneously shat myself as soon as I let my guard down.
I had gone drinking straight from work and was wearing a suit. The shit seeped out the sides of my boxers and destroyed the arse and upper inside leg area of my suit trousers, which I never did wear again.
My name is Bandage and I soiled myself when I was 24.
Dancing Baby soiled himself in Glasgow once. Memorable moment that ended with the Baby shedding tears of shit as he wiped his face with a shit-stained paw.
ill never forget that till the day i die, he started crying & rubbed the tears off with his shit stained hands- a big dollop of shit was left below his eyes- the streams of tears turned brown as they went through the dollop & inadvertently rolled into his mouth
About 2007 I pissed myself. It was still broad daylight and I had just gotten off a bus from Galway to Dublin and had drunk a couple of bottles of 7up in transit. I didnât feel under any undue pressure while on board but experienced a drastic change in the tank level while walking, not helped by the heavy bag I was carrying. I saw my house in the distance, so near but yet so far. Tantalising.
With about 50 yerds to go, the dam burst and took four or five seconds at least to regain a level of equilibrium. The proximity of home and the absence of any onlookers meant the consequenceswere much less than they could have been. Thankfully this is the only time this has happened to me.
Thatâs a bit harsh kev, anyone can be caught short, no shame in itâŚI thankfully have never soiled myself as a adult but would have no qualms about dropping a log/scutter into a ditch on the way home from the pub whenn it has come to it
Cunts. Was reading this thread when walking from the train to the car and stood in a load of shite. Only noticed it when there was an awful peggy dell when I was driving.
No mess (well apart from the shite all over the pedals).
Despite what you may have read in this thread, I have never soiled myself in Glasgow.
I have, however, forced the closure of a pub following a bad dose of the trots in Amsterdam prior to Celticâs memorable 3-1 victory over Ajax in 2001