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fatbob · 02-17-2005, 09:20 AM

this is funny thread but also nice that people seem able to share really personal stuff here...must be a good place! so i might as well tell me tale too...

just before christmas I had one of those post-work pints that turned into an entire evening drinking, having fun and forgetting to eat dinner...
ended up staying a friends house drinking into the wee hours...then in the morning i woke on the sofa feeling surprisingly well considering.
i decided, as you do, to get straight up, do the old keys, wallet, phone check and then wander home.
had a small hangover feeling in my stomach but i didn't want to drop one in my friends shared bathroom, too embarassing plus i only live about a ten minute walk away so i just set off looking forward to getting back to my own bathroom.
it was a beautiful winter morning the city was just starting to rumble itself awake, unfortunately so was my hangover stomach. about half way home i had one of those farts that people have described above, where i felt a little dribble. i couldn't believe it, my pace quickened but not too much as the commotion below was made worse by the faster stride...my sphincter really started to wobble under the strain i was exerting on it...i was sweating, panicing, praying to just get home without too much damage...
eventually i got to my door and made my was up the stairs to the flat and bursting through the door went straight to the bathroom, where...well i'm sure you can imagine...sitting relaxing, facing the mess i'd made in my pants and jeans (not too bad considering) all i could think of was showering and putting the clothes in the wash, which i did.
however, my partner (that i live with) was none too pleased. she had received drunken phone messages, i presume from me though i can not remember, saying that i was not coming home. then i burst in early stinking of booze and before even saying hello have a shower and put my clothes on to wash...ah...she was not a happy chappy suspecting that i had done the dirty, so to speak, so to make everything worse i has to confess all and grovel for the rest of the weekend.

there i have told the world. please don't hate me, i'm not a bad person...it'll never happen again (i hope.)

02-17-2005, 09:20 AM	#50 (permalink)
fatbob Insane Location: Edinburgh	this is funny thread but also nice that people seem able to share really personal stuff here...must be a good place! so i might as well tell me tale too... just before christmas I had one of those post-work pints that turned into an entire evening drinking, having fun and forgetting to eat dinner... ended up staying a friends house drinking into the wee hours...then in the morning i woke on the sofa feeling surprisingly well considering. i decided, as you do, to get straight up, do the old keys, wallet, phone check and then wander home. had a small hangover feeling in my stomach but i didn't want to drop one in my friends shared bathroom, too embarassing plus i only live about a ten minute walk away so i just set off looking forward to getting back to my own bathroom. it was a beautiful winter morning the city was just starting to rumble itself awake, unfortunately so was my hangover stomach. about half way home i had one of those farts that people have described above, where i felt a little dribble. i couldn't believe it, my pace quickened but not too much as the commotion below was made worse by the faster stride...my sphincter really started to wobble under the strain i was exerting on it...i was sweating, panicing, praying to just get home without too much damage... eventually i got to my door and made my was up the stairs to the flat and bursting through the door went straight to the bathroom, where...well i'm sure you can imagine...sitting relaxing, facing the mess i'd made in my pants and jeans (not too bad considering) all i could think of was showering and putting the clothes in the wash, which i did. however, my partner (that i live with) was none too pleased. she had received drunken phone messages, i presume from me though i can not remember, saying that i was not coming home. then i burst in early stinking of booze and before even saying hello have a shower and put my clothes on to wash...ah...she was not a happy chappy suspecting that i had done the dirty, so to speak, so to make everything worse i has to confess all and grovel for the rest of the weekend. there i have told the world. please don't hate me, i'm not a bad person...it'll never happen again (i hope.) __________________ change happens when those who don't normally speak get heard by those who don't normally listen.