Anonymous wrote:I studied abroad in India for a semester of college. It was a great experience, and I came home with my nose pierced, my hands henna-ed and a massive case of "Delhi-belly" (i.e., explosive diarrhea). Everything was going fine until one day a couple of weeks later I got stuck in traffic on the highway, with just my older brother's girlfriend in the car with me. It turned out that there was an accident ahead, and traffic did not move for at least an hour. At some point during our wait, I was struck with the absolute immediate need to take a (#*$ - I mean, I wiggled and squeezed with all my might, but there was nothing I could do to hold it back.
The highway had big walls and there was no place that I could run to, no motorhome I could pound on the door of - so I ended up dropping my shorts right there on the highway, stuck in traffic, and taking a massive dump right in front of my car. My brother's girlfriend held up a blanket so that not everyone could see, but cars still honked and truck drivers hooted and it was about as embarrassed as I've every been in my whole life. And my brother ended up marrying the girlfriend, so the story has never, ever gone away in my family - I am reminded of it at least once a year, and every time I want to die of mortification.
That's hilarious!!!