the last time i shat my pants was annoyingly late, i think i was about... 25? i met my bro at a hamburger joint near my house for lunch (I think it was TANK fish and chippery on lygon st, in melbourne, if anyone wants to bond with me over this), and even when i was paying and saying my goodbyes i was fine, but the walking action of the freaking 2 and a half block stretch back home was enough to bring things to a head... Or, to a butthole, to be more precise...
I think this sudden poopSense happens to me often, I wake up feeling okay then when I have my morning coffee suddenly I realise I've got a log on deck, I think I had a full gut then the hamburger just ticked it over the edge... It was one of the biggest dumps I did in years, and yes I just surrendred and my jeans copped the whole load.
I remember a very chunky shower, I am not sure if I kept those jeans, I think only a few gobs of crap made it down the leg to the carpet, heavily scented of parmesan and shit, but I was able to scour the carpet adequately that my live-in ex didn't say "ey did someone shit in here?" when she got home that evening.