#6255 of 20000: lakrfool (LF) on Sep 20 '12 at (11:37:23 AM) 

So last night I was polishing off some machaca I had made over the weekend, making soft tacos with refrieds, pico & a shot of Tapatio. I was thinking as I ate my fifth or sixth one that this was going to make for quite the bowel movement tomorrow. Dude. I just felt this convulsion in my bowel, the kind that screams "SHIT! NOW!!" As I walked to the boy's room & gravity started kicking in, I could tell this was going to be a savage dump. So savage in fact, that I took the elevator to another random floor to use it's facilities. I just started working here, & I don't care to be referred to as "that guy that putrified the men's room," thank you very much. After much butt clenching in the elevator, I arrived at the mystery stall, dropped trousers, & commenced with the fury. After a barrage of deafening sharts, the Sonoran steamer broke for freedom & snaked its way around the bowl. I think I shed a tear of joy when it finally broke off. Easily in my Top 10 of all time. And I was wise to go to another floor. There is a HAZMAT team in the front of the building. I'm sure somebody on that floor called 911 to report a toxic explosion.