Coonsequence
Victor Cruz
I know everyone had that one time where they needed to take a sh*t so bad but they were stuck in a car, bus, train or in school. Here's my throwback story.
My mom had just bought me a new pair of sneakers, the Nike Air Trainer Huarache. I was hyped as f*ck to rock them to school the next day and see if i can get a girl to suck my d*ck in the back stair cases of my school where it smelled like dirty p*ssy and piss. But anyway back to my story, Monday had arrived and im up early as f*ck for the first time ever so i decide to eat breakfast which i never do before I go to school. I look at the cereals i have and i decide to choose Oreo O's b smfh which is basically the formula for diarrhea in a box sold for $3.99.
After i ate the cereal my friends came to my door and we walked to the bus stop like any other school day. Throughout the walk i was fine talking about the previous night WWE main event reenacting wrestlers feeling fresh to death in my new pair of sneakers. Finally the bus arrives and me and my friends get on and sit in are usual seats which are by the windows. During the bus ride to school my stomach was doing Tony Hawk 900's and Rob Drydek kick flips i already knew that some sh*t was about to go down, no pun intended. Finally we get to the stop of my School and I immediately lied to my friends and said i left my project at the crib so i can take the bus back home and take a sh*t but mid way me lying to them i was laying machine gun farts b. My farts were sounding like the beginning of Ether minus the "F*ck Jay-Z". This is where i fukked up, im the type of dude who stands by the 'I will never sh*t in a public restroom' rule. I could of just walked a few blocks down to a McDonalds and laid a sh*t storm for the next n*gga to walk in on and smell but my dum a$$ was like na i could hold this sh*t and take the next bus back home. My school is on beach 100 street and i need to get off at beach 12 street b, thats like a 30 to 45 min bus ride. I ended up deciding to take that chance and hopped on the the next bus back home, this is where it got real. On the bus ride back home, i was dropping Hit-Boy farts my sh*ts are vibrating my seat like an 808 drum b. Next thing i know an old lady decides to sit next to me and im still dropping bombs b. My farts have slowly progressed through the ride from solid farts to a liquid form, I felt the sh*t all in my old navy boxers. The lady next to me had to smell it, she got up and immediately evacuated from my location and it seemed like everyone was just giving that who the f*ck farted face. Finally we hit my stop, I'm still farting liquid into my boxers b, but as soon as i took one step out the bus all that sh*t started going down my leg in my socks b. I started running home on some limp sh*t looking like a zombie from the walking dead trying to keep the sh*t in my a$$ and limit the dripping but it didnt work b by the time i hit my crib my light colored levi denim jeans had dark brown stains showing on the outside looking like some X-Games knee pads and my brand new sneakers were no longer white, they were f*cking mudding brown and green. I never got to wear those sneakers to school ever again and i told my friends they were tight on me so i gave them to my cousin when they asked why i never wore them.
Still til this day i dont eat breakfast and leave my house without forcing a sh*t.
My mom had just bought me a new pair of sneakers, the Nike Air Trainer Huarache. I was hyped as f*ck to rock them to school the next day and see if i can get a girl to suck my d*ck in the back stair cases of my school where it smelled like dirty p*ssy and piss. But anyway back to my story, Monday had arrived and im up early as f*ck for the first time ever so i decide to eat breakfast which i never do before I go to school. I look at the cereals i have and i decide to choose Oreo O's b smfh which is basically the formula for diarrhea in a box sold for $3.99.
After i ate the cereal my friends came to my door and we walked to the bus stop like any other school day. Throughout the walk i was fine talking about the previous night WWE main event reenacting wrestlers feeling fresh to death in my new pair of sneakers. Finally the bus arrives and me and my friends get on and sit in are usual seats which are by the windows. During the bus ride to school my stomach was doing Tony Hawk 900's and Rob Drydek kick flips i already knew that some sh*t was about to go down, no pun intended. Finally we get to the stop of my School and I immediately lied to my friends and said i left my project at the crib so i can take the bus back home and take a sh*t but mid way me lying to them i was laying machine gun farts b. My farts were sounding like the beginning of Ether minus the "F*ck Jay-Z". This is where i fukked up, im the type of dude who stands by the 'I will never sh*t in a public restroom' rule. I could of just walked a few blocks down to a McDonalds and laid a sh*t storm for the next n*gga to walk in on and smell but my dum a$$ was like na i could hold this sh*t and take the next bus back home. My school is on beach 100 street and i need to get off at beach 12 street b, thats like a 30 to 45 min bus ride. I ended up deciding to take that chance and hopped on the the next bus back home, this is where it got real. On the bus ride back home, i was dropping Hit-Boy farts my sh*ts are vibrating my seat like an 808 drum b. Next thing i know an old lady decides to sit next to me and im still dropping bombs b. My farts have slowly progressed through the ride from solid farts to a liquid form, I felt the sh*t all in my old navy boxers. The lady next to me had to smell it, she got up and immediately evacuated from my location and it seemed like everyone was just giving that who the f*ck farted face. Finally we hit my stop, I'm still farting liquid into my boxers b, but as soon as i took one step out the bus all that sh*t started going down my leg in my socks b. I started running home on some limp sh*t looking like a zombie from the walking dead trying to keep the sh*t in my a$$ and limit the dripping but it didnt work b by the time i hit my crib my light colored levi denim jeans had dark brown stains showing on the outside looking like some X-Games knee pads and my brand new sneakers were no longer white, they were f*cking mudding brown and green. I never got to wear those sneakers to school ever again and i told my friends they were tight on me so i gave them to my cousin when they asked why i never wore them.
Still til this day i dont eat breakfast and leave my house without forcing a sh*t.
:noahh: and took that final shot of brugal. All I had to do was walk home, wait for moms to fall asleep then bounce Shorty Only lived 5 houses down from me. 
just walking to bring back the plate from my room to the kitchen. I went back to my room and trying to turn off the tv and pretending to go to sleep was a chore. I did it anyways I lay on my bed and the Room started spinning 
and my stomach started bubbling Up I went to the bathroom and my drunk ass sat on the toilet and puked all over the floor 
I took a shower went to bed . didn't beat that night. 
to 
" and got up and jumped in the shower
