This is a genuine mates story that I’m sure he’d be mortified me sharing here but what are mates for?
He had been out on the lash and was fucked. He’d been desperate for a shit and when the taxi finally pulled up outside his mum and dads house he made a dash for the door, fumbling for the keys he finally gets them in the door but it was too late and he actually shat himself.
He gets the door open and goes upstairs to the bathroom, carefully removing his trousers and undercrackers he managed to perfectly execute their removal and avoid getting any “mess” anywhere. Rightly pleased with himself he took himself off to bed.
The next thing he remembers are his mums screams. It was the next morning and she had gone to the toilet. What my mate had presumed was a perfect execution of removing his clothes and the accompanying poo was anything but. There was literally shit all over the bathroom.
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We all went down New Delih
We had too much curry and aching bellies
Peter got gut rot and puked on the floor
Stez Styx banging on shithouse door
I says, come on lads and finish your Bombay duck
We're going to find some girls who'll give us a decent Alkaselzer
Now Dan said he knew of this party, so we drove over there
Belching and farting
Stez nicked some cans of beer
And Dan shat himself, he had diarheoa
He said "Oh lads, it's no fun to dance."
And he goes upstairs to change his underpants
Now he opens the window, wipes his ass
And throws the offending bags on the grass
He shouts "everybody come and look at this
They're streaked with shit and they're stained with piss
But don't look at me, they're not f**king mine."
But his loving mum had sewn his f**king name inside