All I can say is reading you writing this makes me wonder why I worry so much about what I write. I think I need to pull out the stops more and just let it all flow. I just need to hang onto an extra pair of panties.
haha I don't leave home without! I was born without shame, but I do find the things you were worried about writing are probably the most interesting or funny.
I believe everyone has at least one shit in your pants story -- and I'm pleased to see that I'm right, but somewhat disturbed/concerned that this appears to be NUMBER EIGHT?
Yes me too! I’m trying to pioneer an openness on the subject. Haha I think that is warranted. It got to the point where when I had a touch and go situation, I would lose the internal battle. That voice that says ‘you’re not going to shit yourself’ was countered by the lifetime of evidence. I’ve realised it was just my diet, I used to be a massive stoner and turns out there’s a correlation between eating eating litres of icecream each night and this kind of output
This was absolutely hilarious. The appeal of these essays lies in their ability to tap into a universal shared human experience, one we rarely discuss, let alone write about, yet it’s undeniably universal. That’s what makes them so funny and deeply relatable. They strike a perfect balance between humor, embarrassment, and empathy, creating a connection that resonates with readers.
Thank you very much Kenneth! That’s the most beautiful and eloquent admission that someone has pooped themselves I’ve ever read. I’ll send this to my dad who tells me to lay off the scatological stuff!
Reminded me of the time I was hungover (and recovering from Covid) on a flight from Finland back to the states, and my bubble-gut was unreal, ate a questionable piece of meat at the Helsinki airport before I got on the plane. Poor woman sitting next to me. I released my hot snakes over Greenland.
I don’t trust anyone who hasn’t shit themselves at least once as an adult.
Haha I couldn’t agree more. I think they’re just to cowardly to admit it. I must be the most trustworthy man you’ve ever encountered
So fun to read that my stomach feels a bit queasy now.
Haha that’s as good as a result as I could ever hope for
All I can say is reading you writing this makes me wonder why I worry so much about what I write. I think I need to pull out the stops more and just let it all flow. I just need to hang onto an extra pair of panties.
haha I don't leave home without! I was born without shame, but I do find the things you were worried about writing are probably the most interesting or funny.
I will keep that in mind. What have I got to lose? Other than my self-esteem. Oh GOD.
The good thing about self-esteem is that it’s your self a the wheel of it, in theory.
I will tell my self-esteem that.
My sphincter was tightening in sympathy at every paragraph. You poor bastard…. And those poor bedsheets!
However, I did poop up against a wall at 8:30am on a pretty well travelled Italian riverside foothpath, a month or so ago
haha as they say, a sympathetic sphincter goes a long way.
I'm on a good streak. I've not shat my pants in my thirties.
I believe everyone has at least one shit in your pants story -- and I'm pleased to see that I'm right, but somewhat disturbed/concerned that this appears to be NUMBER EIGHT?
Yes me too! I’m trying to pioneer an openness on the subject. Haha I think that is warranted. It got to the point where when I had a touch and go situation, I would lose the internal battle. That voice that says ‘you’re not going to shit yourself’ was countered by the lifetime of evidence. I’ve realised it was just my diet, I used to be a massive stoner and turns out there’s a correlation between eating eating litres of icecream each night and this kind of output
This was absolutely hilarious. The appeal of these essays lies in their ability to tap into a universal shared human experience, one we rarely discuss, let alone write about, yet it’s undeniably universal. That’s what makes them so funny and deeply relatable. They strike a perfect balance between humor, embarrassment, and empathy, creating a connection that resonates with readers.
Thank you very much Kenneth! That’s the most beautiful and eloquent admission that someone has pooped themselves I’ve ever read. I’ll send this to my dad who tells me to lay off the scatological stuff!
🤣 Keep writing and sharing
Haha I will! I’m actually out of entertaining ones. But there’s always one around the corner.,,
Reminded me of the time I was hungover (and recovering from Covid) on a flight from Finland back to the states, and my bubble-gut was unreal, ate a questionable piece of meat at the Helsinki airport before I got on the plane. Poor woman sitting next to me. I released my hot snakes over Greenland.
haha damn, man! I'm glad you came to me with this. Did you clean up or bed in?
Bed in, for sure
haha respect. It's important to remember that most people assume you haven't shat yourself.