I was 15 and I sat behind this girl in class. Back then when I wanted a girl to know I liked her I'd bully her. Sometimes I would write on her arms with markers, or kick her books out of that little shelf under the desk. Of course hair pulling. Maybe that's why girls are into ruff sex. Hm.

Anyways I asked her out on a date and we went to a resturaunt that served real greesy food. In fact for breakfast that day I had burger king. But since I had it my way I ate a double whopper extra mayo. My stomach started to growl as we sat down to order our food. I felt my tummy and groaned. She was all like "yo, whats the matter." Just then the waitress came up to the table. I had to go potty really bad but I couldn't because I had to order food.

I didn't want her to think I was some kind of vegan so I order 2 chili dogs, large order of fries and since I definitly didn't want her to think I had to poop I ordered a large coffee. The waitress then started to take her order. I scanned the place for a restroom but didn't see anything. I wanted to ask the waitress if there was one but back then I was so shy I had to like wait till she was done talking to the date.

Girls take forever to order food. In fact it took so long for her to order I had eaten my food. And she still wasn't done. I just sat there holding my belly squirming. I felt so much pressure and it burned too. It felt like I was a dam holding back an ocean of poops. Finally the waitress was done taking my dates order. "Ma'am do you guys have a restroom?" "No sorry, you have to walk a block down passed the-" "OH MY GOD"

I couldn't hold the poop anymore I just felt my sphincter give out. The most disgusting fart noises exploded out my butt. Followed by a wave of liquid shit. It didn't just go down my leg. It shot out the back of my waistband upwards over the bench seat and into the other patrons table. Another wave of poops came as I was waddling away from the table squish squish squish. It shot out the leg and made an old lady in a walker slip and fall. SPLOSH. As I waddled out the door I looked back at my date. She was puking all over the table.

Needless to say that was the second worst date in my entire life.