I had a situation where when i was 21, i got a decent job up north( an hour away from where i was residing). I would get up 3:30 in the morning and eat and have time to be at work. Well one day i woke up late and rushed out the house. I grabbed some muffins moms bought. I went to 711 to get a coffee and rolled out. So i was eating the muffin and drinking coffee on the way there. The joint was so good i decided to eat the other one. I forgot the night before, moms said she only had bran muffins. So about 30 mins into my ride, my stomach started cramping up and it felt like someone was kicking me in my balls. I was trying to hold out until i got to a decent place but went to a gas station. I felt better and continued my journey. The place where i was working was about 15 to 20 miles west from the exist and was on a one lane road. No stores for 10 miles and massive lights. Within 10 mins of me leaving the gas station, it hit me harder
. It felt like Ton Po hitting Kirk's brother in Kickboxer. I just hit the ramp exist and there was 711 and went in there and did damage. I was so happy that it was done and rolled out. That happy feeling went downhill in 15 mins as it came back again with pure vengeance. I was sweating, hands were shaking and every muscle in my body tighten up to focus on ass clamping the cheeks. I was driving standing up. 
Breathing hard and banging on my roof yelling "come on, come on, no no no you arent coming out" i finally seen another gas station. I went in and he said no public bathroom but begged him to let me use it. I got in and released Mount St. Helen volcano ash. 
. I got to the job and finished whatever was left in me with no pain. I was good after that. MORAL OF THE STORY: DONT EAT 2 BRAN MUFFINS AND A COFFEE, brehs.
. It felt like Ton Po hitting Kirk's brother in Kickboxer. I just hit the ramp exist and there was 711 and went in there and did damage. I was so happy that it was done and rolled out. That happy feeling went downhill in 15 mins as it came back again with pure vengeance. I was sweating, hands were shaking and every muscle in my body tighten up to focus on ass clamping the cheeks. I was driving standing up. Breathing hard and banging on my roof yelling "come on, come on, no no no you arent coming out" i finally seen another gas station. I went in and he said no public bathroom but begged him to let me use it. I got in and released Mount St. Helen volcano ash. . I got to the job and finished whatever was left in me with no pain. I was good after that. MORAL OF THE STORY: DONT EAT 2 BRAN MUFFINS AND A COFFEE, brehs.
shyt, now I got talk to the damn owner and tell him that he may or may not need to plunge his toilet.
..now the reason why is before we got in the club, we had pizza for dinner....extra cheese 
...i have a little problem handling dairy..so i knew this was not something i can hold in for very long....so i kinda brisk walked downstairs to the bathrooms...now typically club bathrooms are the nastiest things in the world...i go in there and the place is damn near spotless..i reason its because we were there early before it got poppin...went in a stall and proceeded to shyt my brains out...straight mud slide like 10 mins straight..no breaks....the toilet paper wasn't tough enough for me when i went to wipe my ass...it slid too much 
...just a mixture of liquid shyt, clumpy shyt, and paper..went to flush...nothing...it was clogged....so im like i gotta get the fukk out of here 
i know all those tricks bc i've tried them firsthand
she walked out with her face all red, partly because she finished exercising those demons and partly from embarrassment.
