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stories about how you fucked up, i’ll start
>be me
>4th grade
>in class talking with friends when
>oh fuck oh shit
>explosive diarrhoea
>bubbling in my stomach about to hiroshima my fucking pants
>sprint to bathroom
>destroy shitty school toilet with much massive shit storm
>i’m still alive so relieved
>but wait
>there’s no fucking toilet paper
>there’s literally shit on my hands
>not wearing socks or underwear because i was a weird little shit
>decide the only thing i can do is go to class with shit in my pants
>go into class waddling through much itchy ass crack
>”hey anon, do you smell that?”
>shit myself even more
>everyone keeps glancing at me
>pretty sure everyone knows
>eventually go home
>sitting in shower with shit going down the drain
>kill myself
