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My good friend and one time flat mate who I shall call Lexington shat his pants on a date once.

He was on the tube with the girl going to a bar and was rapidly overcome with extreme diarrhea stomach pains and sweats. He tried to style it out and hold on until they got to a venue with a toilet but as you all know, toilet facilities on the tube are few and far between.

The story goes that he made it about three stops before standing up as the doors opened at Bank station and released a torrent of watery shit into his pants and ran off the train without word of explanation or goodbye to the girl as the diarrhea ran down his leg and into his shoes and onto the floor.

The poor bastard had to ring me up to come and pick him up in the car. We put a bin bag on the seat for him to sit on and drove back to the flat with our heads out of the window.

When the girl called to ask wtf he without hesitation responded "I shit my pants".

I admired his honesty. She didn't.

^ He is getting married next weekend. That story is in the best mans speech.
that's amazing - good story bro.