I was in the middle school, sometime before 7th grade and acid hits. I'm still confused on if my parents potty trained me.... I went to lunch in the cafeteria, and then it was time for my Chemistry final.
It was double dog day, my favvvvvv! I paid for it shortly after. #2 pencil in hand, studied check, hot chem teacher check! We are told that bathroom passes are not allowed until we are done with the final, so to go before we are told to start. Meh, I'm good. Exam starts. Stomach speaks. Butthole fights with me. I raise my hand. Shutdown!
And then it happened, explosive D everywhere. Fml, might as well let it flow. It flows, heavy as fuck. And it runs down the legs out the bottom of my pants. Class notices the smell, but not the shit. Thank god!
Ugh, I have another final right after in English. I was a goody goody at that point in my life, so there's no way I could not go to class. I wrap my sweatshirt around my waist and head to my next exam. I look behind and it looks like a dog was let loose in the school. Shit in the halls everywhere! I take my test, have another D attack, and then ringggggggg. Finally the day has ended!
I get to a part of the school that doesn't get much traffic, I pop a quarter into the phone booth and call my main squeeze to save the day.
Big Ron.
Towels on seats of truck.
Called principal screaming.
Teacher got suspended.
Krp won once again!
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