I remember the one time I took a shyt at school in the 8th or 9th grade. I don't know what I ate, but the first signs of mud butt were evident. In my head I was thinking: just thug it out for 4 more periods and the bus ride to school. You can make it
My stomach was like:
It got to the point I had to face the harsh reality: I could take a shyt in the bathroom and risk someone finding out or I could risk farting in class or even worse
The choice was obvious
I asked to be excused and tried my best to casually walk out of class despite the fact I was damn near turtling at this point
I beelined it to the nearest bathroom and, to my luck, there was nobody in that muhfukka
I hit the closest stall, got my jeans and draws off and my cheeks barely hit the toilet seat before I was shytting like Dave Chappelle in the Slow Motion sketch
My stomach was doing the A-Town stomp for a good 5 minutes while I was in that stall fighting some serious demons but I didn't have a care in the world. Nobody came in the bathroom the whole time
So my stomach finally settles down and I'm getting ready to wipe wondering what story I'll have to make up to explain why I've been gone so long. nikkas don't need visual proof you were in the stall to claim you were taking a shyt and clown the fukk out of you. I figure I'll just let the period run out in a few minutes and get my books while the class is empty. Teachers don't clown students for taking a deuce. Plan seemed fool proof
I start wiping my ass and I hear the door to the bathroom open and somebody walks in over to one of the urinals. I'm petrified
I stop mid-swipe. I'm frozen and barely breathing hoping this nikka just takes a piss and keeps it moving. I hear dude finish and walk over to wash his hands. I still haven't moved. Finally I hear dude start to walk towards the door
Then dude's footsteps stop before he reaches the door and next thing I hear is "Ewwwwww, this nikka's taking a shyt! I gotta take a shyt my damn self but I'm waiting until I get home!
" I'm mortified at this point, I still haven't moved, I'm still mid-wipe, and I decide I'm just gonna pretend I don't hear this dude and hope he's cool with getting his jokes off and leaving. Mind you I realize he's seen my sneakers now possibly and it's a wrap if he feels like pointing me out to everybody. Next thing I know this nikka kicks the stall door and the shyt goes flying open
I manage to catch it halfway with my free hand but the mid-swipe hand gets doo doo on it in the process. I'm expecting this to be the end of my high school career but dude had run out of the bathroom right after kicking the door. I cleaned my self up and waited in the bathroom at the sink until the bell rang. Thankfully dude wasn't in the hallway waiting for me to come out the whole time. I never took a shyt at school after that
The funny thing is, now I take shyts at work all the time
We got the single occupancy joints so I be savoring my time in that bytch, posting on the coli, catching up on current events, even listening to podcasts. How times have changed