I can't believe it.
Alright, you may not quite believe it, but I have heard probably the MOST FANTASTIC poop story of all time. Ready?
(As told by Mr. Boots, my physics teacher.)
The Mexican Stand-Off
After a hard morning of teaching and drinking coffee, Mr. Boots suddenly found himself running down the school hallway as fast as his bowlegged-legs would carry him. He was well aware that he only had seconds before disaster struck, so after reaching the bathroom doors, he sprinted into the closest stall he could reach in the shortest amount of time.
He had barely locked the stall door before undoing his pants, squatting, and letting it plop. Sweet release. Thank Goodness.
After a minute or so, Mr. Boots made some sort of movement, whether it was to tie his shoe or reach for a wad of toliet paper, I'm not exactly sure. Whatever he did caused the school's automatic flusher to active. Perhaps to see what all the ruckus was, Mr. Boots stood up and peered inside the toliet. Just then he realized that the toliet had been clogged BEFORE he sat down, and was now filling up and churning his poop and someone else's poop into a terrible brew.
Suddenly the situation turned even worse. The toliet was continuing to fill with sewage water. It eventually reached to the point of meniscus. Mr. Boots then realized that any other movement he made could once again set off the automatic flusher, thus filling his pants (which were still at his ankles) with both his poop and the poop of another's.
So, afraid to even twitch, Mr. Boots stood completely motionless in the bathroom stall for a period of about ten to fifteen mintues while the water slowly seeped back down into the toliet. As soon as he felt it was safe, he grabbed his pants and bolted out of the stall.
The End.
(As told by Mr. Boots, my physics teacher.)
The Mexican Stand-Off
After a hard morning of teaching and drinking coffee, Mr. Boots suddenly found himself running down the school hallway as fast as his bowlegged-legs would carry him. He was well aware that he only had seconds before disaster struck, so after reaching the bathroom doors, he sprinted into the closest stall he could reach in the shortest amount of time.
He had barely locked the stall door before undoing his pants, squatting, and letting it plop. Sweet release. Thank Goodness.
After a minute or so, Mr. Boots made some sort of movement, whether it was to tie his shoe or reach for a wad of toliet paper, I'm not exactly sure. Whatever he did caused the school's automatic flusher to active. Perhaps to see what all the ruckus was, Mr. Boots stood up and peered inside the toliet. Just then he realized that the toliet had been clogged BEFORE he sat down, and was now filling up and churning his poop and someone else's poop into a terrible brew.
Suddenly the situation turned even worse. The toliet was continuing to fill with sewage water. It eventually reached to the point of meniscus. Mr. Boots then realized that any other movement he made could once again set off the automatic flusher, thus filling his pants (which were still at his ankles) with both his poop and the poop of another's.
So, afraid to even twitch, Mr. Boots stood completely motionless in the bathroom stall for a period of about ten to fifteen mintues while the water slowly seeped back down into the toliet. As soon as he felt it was safe, he grabbed his pants and bolted out of the stall.
The End.