in 5th grade i got a terrible stomache ache and sprinted to the bathroom. Before my ass could touch the seat, i shat everywhere. On the stall, the floor, the toilet, myself, everywhere. I was way too disgusted to clean it up so i just left and went back to the class room. five minutes later the teacher came in and asked if anyone had an 'accident' in th ebathroom. nevertheless someone saw my shit covered pants and told the teacher. everyone in the class was staring at me as i left the classroom leaving a trail of shit on the floor. to make it worse i had to wear some tinkerbell sweatpants from the lost and found for the rest of my day (no homo to infinity)