You know I hate to use public bathrooms, don't know why, but I always did. The idea of using one is just disgusting to me, but there comes the occasion you are far from home, you resist, and resist... Eventually you give up, and you run to the first public bathroom you can find. You start piling up layers and layers of toilet paper on the seat, you barley leave any room for your ass to shit through, you are thinking " No way my ass is going to touch that plastic, where another was earlier "... to make the story short you, you sit and as soon as you hear something hitting the water, you are overwhelmed by a sense of relief you can never describe.. But again on some occasions, as soon as you walk in that bathroom and prep your seat with the toilet papers, this "Jerk" walks in the bathroom and heads to the mirror, you can see him from the little crack by the door, he washes his hands, combs his hair, hangs around the mirror like a playboy model, all the meanwhile your are holding yourself you don't know if a huge fart is coming, you want to save yourself the embarrassment, but the "Jerk" won't budge, he is not going anywhere, so you say to yourself, f$%k him he's asking for it, and You let it rip...
Sometimes you are holding back a fart and when you let it go you find out you shit in your pants because you were confused about what you had.
