Real talk. I wake up this morning, got ready for work. Drove to Jacks and got the deluxe breakfast special and smashed in the car. Idk but it's something about eggs that always mess my stomach up.
I had a lil gas so I released.
Instantly I felt a bubble pop and liquid disperse within the confines of my underwear. However, I thought it was just a wet fart. So I ain't sweat it.
Relieved from the satisfying release of flatulence, I get out the car and start setting up for work. I bend over to pick something up and this wet sticky sensation on my butt (
) alarms me. I begin to pat the back of my pants to feel the wet booboo juice dripping down the back of my thigh. Amazed and baffled at what had transpired, I played it cool in front of my co worker, hopped in the car and hit a nearby gas station.
Went in the bathroom, took off my shoes and pants and marveled at the abomination that sat in the midst of my once favorite pair of green Hanes briefs.
Disappointed and ashamed, I cleaned myself with a barrage of the rough brown hand paper towels and warm water and hand soap. I took my briefs and beheld the mess one last time before disposing of them in the bathroom trash.
I sit here underwear-less and disgusted. This event caused me to look back over my life and think of how sad an event this was. I haven't boobood on myself since I was a kid. A stand here, 25 years old, admitting that I have dookied myself and threw the drawls away for some unfortunate gas station employee to find in the bathroom. A sad day for Jmb4life.
I had a lil gas so I released.
Instantly I felt a bubble pop and liquid disperse within the confines of my underwear. However, I thought it was just a wet fart. So I ain't sweat it.
Relieved from the satisfying release of flatulence, I get out the car and start setting up for work. I bend over to pick something up and this wet sticky sensation on my butt (
) alarms me. I begin to pat the back of my pants to feel the wet booboo juice dripping down the back of my thigh. Amazed and baffled at what had transpired, I played it cool in front of my co worker, hopped in the car and hit a nearby gas station.Went in the bathroom, took off my shoes and pants and marveled at the abomination that sat in the midst of my once favorite pair of green Hanes briefs.
Disappointed and ashamed, I cleaned myself with a barrage of the rough brown hand paper towels and warm water and hand soap. I took my briefs and beheld the mess one last time before disposing of them in the bathroom trash.
I sit here underwear-less and disgusted. This event caused me to look back over my life and think of how sad an event this was. I haven't boobood on myself since I was a kid. A stand here, 25 years old, admitting that I have dookied myself and threw the drawls away for some unfortunate gas station employee to find in the bathroom. A sad day for Jmb4life.
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