When was the last time you peed or pooped your pants? Bonus points for funny stories.

KohokuJack · 1 year

In college, there were times that I was so incredibly hammered that getting to the bathroom after collapsing in bed was IMPOSSIBLE.

One night, the world was spinning but my bladder was navigating a signal to my brain that demanded I pee. So, I cleverly took an empty water bottle and peed in it. Unfortunately, the water bottle quickly filled. I kept peeing while somewhere in my mind I was saying, "Oh, no...god, stop..." I peed all over my hand, the bed, and onto my boxers for what seemed like forever. I clumsily capped the bottle and rolled over in my own piss and passed out.

When I woke up, I reeked of urine and the water bottle's cap had come off, spilling the rest of the pee all over the place. The worst hangover of my life followed.

redweasel · 1 year

When I was in college I beshat myself in the computer building while pulling an all-nighter on a computer project. I made it to the Men's Room but not to the throne itself, and to make matters worse I hadn't shat a solid particle in over three weeks as I was also in the midst of the ultimate diarrhea bout of my entire life! My underwear turned out to be completely unsalvageable, but I couldn't go home because I lived far off campus and had to finish that project... So I removed my underwear, lined my pants with paper towels, stuffed a wad of toilet paper up my asscrack, and spent the rest of the evening on Red Alert should another gout of LiquiShit wish to emerge now DIRECTLY into my pants themselves. Oh, the underwear? I washed that out in the restroom sink, where I could've been caught at any moment (but fortunately was not), wrapped 'em in a paper towel, and hid them in the bushes outside the building. I retrieved them when I left a couple of hours later, and rode home on my bike. You haven't lived 'til you've ridden a bicycle several miles through the small hours of a wintry night with a crackful of compressed toilet paper and no underwear!

LemonCupcakes · 1 year

I was 5. In kindergarden. It was lunch time. I was too busy playing on the playground and suddenly realised I needed to poop and I needed to poop RIGHT NOW! I ran to the toilet as fast as I could but by the time I got there, it was too late. The cable had been laid and I was crying feeling so ashamed of myself. What was worse was that while I was crying, I was sitting on the toilet in the cubicle and didn't even bother to close the door. The toilet was unisex and an innocent kid came in to use the urinals and saw me crying in the cubicle. He asked me what was wrong and I didn't know what to say to him but kept crying. Then the teacher happened to come in too and asked what was wrong and for some reason, all I could say was "He watched me while I was on the toilet!!!"

The day ended with an innocent boy crying after getting scolded for looking at girls on the toilet and me going home with poopey pants.

I am sorry innocent boy. Who ever you are...

jotate · 1 year

I had the runs in college. Sitting in my room - I sneezed and some shit squirted out. I just sat there for a second thinking "That did not just fucking happen."

Had to throw those boxers out.

Champion_of_the_Sun · 1 year

I was 10, summer vacation, I had recently gotten over a minor flu and I was eager to get out and play around the neighborhood again. Some kids were taking turns climbing up this tree then jumping down and doing a ground roll like GI*JOE. I volunteered to go next, I climbed up the tree and jumped off, I botched the jump a little and didn't do a ground roll, instead I landed straight on my feet, the impact caused me to spray shit all down my pants. I can't believe the amount of crap that shot out of me. I looked around and my friends had no clue. I awkwardly shouted "I gotta go home!" and cowboy walked back to my house where my dad proceeded to hose me down in the back yard.

MrKlaatu · 1 year

once, i fartedexcept, it wasn't.

KellyTheET · 1 year

The same thing happened to me in the 9th grade IIRC... What sucked is I was having this dream about peeing and it was so relieving but somewhere mid-stream I realized I was pissing myself and flew out of the bed and there was already a decent sized puddle... So I cleaned up what I could and since it was close to time to go to school and my parents hadn't gotten up yet I hastily wrote a note to my stepmom and left... I got home and the mattress was stood up with two fans blowing on it. They kept it on the DL except for one time where my stepmom says, "next time you think about making fun of your sister think of you peeing the bed" or something like that. I didn't make fun of my sister much anyway so I don't know what that was about. And, yes, I fear that happening again. I wake up almost every night to pee.

brendalmcmillan · 1 year

My roommate shat himself on my bed once. We were sitting there watching TV and at one point my roommate just got up and walked out without saying anything. After a while of him being gone I noticed this 2-3 inch oval shaped wet spot on my bed. Not even thinking I leaned over to smell it and immediately realized that he had just shit and ran. As soon as I found him he just kind of looked at me with the most ashamed/confused look and said, "I may or may not have shit myself on your bed."

To this day when he starts to get upset I'll say WHOA JOEY CALM DOWN DON'T SHIT YOURSELF

mrbubblesort · 1 year

This is unfortunately not my story, but well worth telling:

A guy I knew in college met a girl at a party. They both got hammered and hit it off like gangbusters, and went to her room for a wild night of drunken fumbling college random sex. The guy passed out happy as a clam only to awake having shat himself. Semi-liquid shit was everywhere, smeared all over the bedsheets, on him, on her, on the floor. Total unfixable foulness. Epic fail.

So what did the guy do? He picked up one of the nuggets of shit, tucked it carefully into her panties, smeared a bit on her inner legs, and went back to sleep in the wonderland of shit he had created.

He awoke to her sobbing, apologizing profusely, desperately trying to clean up, apologizing again, and so on. Ever the gentleman, he forgave her and helped her clean the place up, promising not to tell anybody. Even so she was inconsolably ashamed.

I don't know what the moral is except that for God's sake don't sleep with any of my friends from college.

awesomerobots · 1 year

My friend and his new girlfriend were visiting me and my roommate in college at our new apartment. His girlfriend was a vegetarian and thus my friend was also one by association. The whole couple of days they were staying with us, this girl was preaching the glories of vegetarianism and how our bodies aren't properly suited to digest meat and whatnot; the whole nine-yards. So partly out of trying to seem interested and partly out of wanting her to shut the fuck up, I decided I would give it a try for a whole day. They were already cooking for themselves veggie-alternatives so I decided I would eat what they ate for a day to 'try it out'. After my first day of having 'gone vegetarian' my friend and his girlfriend left the next morning and things went fairly back to normal. My roommate and I were sitting at our computers in the living room at our desks, he had his headphones on. I felt a good fart coming on, so seeing that there were no longer any females present, I lifted a cheek and let it rip. To my dismay, it was not a fart, but rather a hefty dose of primarily bean-induced hot soft-serve diarrhea. My eyes widened and I looked to my roommate to see if he had seen anything, his gazed was fixed on his computer screen. I grabbed the sides of my deskchair, slowly and carefully I wheeled myself towards the bathroom door. Inside the bathroom I pulled my pants down to asses the damage. It was everywhere. I started cursing loudly which caught the attention of my roommate.

"Are you okay!?" he asked at the door.

"I just shit myself!"

"What!?"

"I'm twenty-two years old and I just fucking shit myself! FUCK!"

Afterwards, I left my friend a nice voicemail describing what had happened. He conceded that perhaps not everyone's body is suited for vegetarianism.

tl;dr: My friend suggested I become a vegetarian because it's better for my digestion. After day one I shit myself something awful.

jbu311 · 1 year

I had one such freak accident last year in my dorm. I'm usually a pre-bed urinatorator, but for some reason I didn't that night and my girlfriend ended up spending the night. It was the first time she slept over and she's a cuddler. I woke up in the morning to find the leg that she'd been cuddling with to be soaking wet and a very odd smell coming from it. I changed out of the sweats I'd been wearing before she woke up and was super grossed out about the whole thing. However, I deduced from the wetness area on my boxers that, in fact, it was physically impossible for it to be her urine. I've always been one of those people that can wake up with a burning bladder and a completely dry bed, even as a kid so I dunno what happened.

DessicatedDogsDick · 1 year

It was only about a year ago. Some very heavy partying with all manner of substances. All I remember is waking up STEEPED in my own piss and shit with someone yelling at me. Turns out I was blocking the dunny door. I don't know how, but I had piss and VERY runny shit plastered all over me. My next thought turned to ''how the fuck do I explain/get-out-of this one". I warned the person, whoever they were, to GTFO or suffer great distress. I then made my exit to the shower.

Bamtamu · 1 year

When I was 17 I did military coop for high school which enabled me to be enrolled as a reservist. As such I had attend to an armory for weekly training. One of the perks was that my armory (and every other one I've been to) had a fully stocked bar.One time, after a three day long weekend exercise, I joined a couple of soldiers for some drinks. Unfortunately, I was still a child and clearly didn't have any idea of what my limits were.We proceeded to get absolutely hammered with most of us ending up passed out. At this point, I was among many others who were unconscious and felt the need for some individuality, prompting myself to vomit all over me. The good thing is that there is a shower in the bathroom and I had a change of clothes I could wear, so being adults the were able to strip, clean and cloth me, but right as they got me all clean and dressed I went back on the floor and withing 15 minutes the room was filled with the undeniable stench that I had indeed, shit myself. They quickly and carefully dragged me into a car and dropped me off at house and casted the problem out of their hands. The next morning I awoke with only a pieced together memory and was terrified when I remembered that I had crapped in my pants, even more so when I realized that I was still in said pants. The worst part of it all was in the shower trying to get out the dried pieces of poo out from my tangled butt hair :(

Tface · 1 year

Growing up Catholic, we had a practice session before our official First Communion. I was at my evening Religious Ed class and forgot my retainer case. I didn't realize it before I was standing in line (I think they handed out graham crackers for practice) and immediately decided to piss my pants and start crying. I made it through by just holding my retainer while eating the graham cracker and sat in my own piss until my mom came to get me.

kojef · 1 year

My dad was living in Japan in the 1970s, and was asked to give a speech to a company about doing business in America. The meeting was in a hotel, and a few minutes before he was due to speak, he took a quick trip to the bathroom to relieve himself.

Japan is now known for its high-tech toilets that both wash and dry you after you've moved brown. Back then, things were different. It was still most common to find squat-on-the-floor type toilets when entering a bathroom, and this is indeed what my dad found at the hotel. Being used to this, he dropped trou, squatted and got down to business.

If you can imagine how this normally worked for him, his trousers and undies were in a bunch around his ankles, his ass was hanging behind the trousers in order to drop cargo, and his dick normally peed in front of his trousers, into the trough. Does that make sense? Ass behind, cock in front, trousers in the middle.

This time, though, he forgot about his necktie. He had been peeing for a while when he noticed that something didn't sound right. When he looked down, he realized that his necktie was hanging directly in the peestream, intercepting all the foul liquid and directing it neatly downwards into his trousers.

As he tells it, he spent the next 5 minutes frantically trying to first towel-dry and then air-dry his pants with no luck whatsoever - they were completely soaked. He walked back into the meeting room with his jacket held in front of him, was introduced as the speaker, and gave his entire speech sitting down.

Afterwards, the company all took him out to dinner. It would've been rude not to join them, so he soon found himself at a nice restaurant, utterly REEKING of piss. He's sure that absolutely everybody there knew it was coming from him, but the Japanese were all so wonderfully polite - acted like kind, gracious hosts and never said a word.

tl;dr: My dad pissed down his necktie into his pants just a few minutes before delivering a speech. major yuks.

redditcherry · 1 year

tl;dr I pooped myself

When I was 8, I went with my family for a visit to good ole Mexico. We were sitting down in a place that we called "El Jardin" in the city of Ciudad de Hidalgo when out of nowhere I really, really had to use the bathroom. My dad attempted to rush me to some restroom which I recall not being exactly nearby. I don't know how common this is over there, but where we were we actually had to pay for toilet paper before we entered. There went those few precious seconds wasted that would've absolutely spared me from the embarrassment that was to ensue.

I hurried my way to the third stall from the left and shut the door, then fumbled with the lock. As I pulled down my pant, mid-sit, it happened. Everywhere. Well, mostly in my pants. Jesus, I had no clue what to do. I used what little toilet paper I had to scoop the mass from my underwear and what was left to wipe my skin. I then pulled my pants up and tried to play it off. HAH!

I walked out and my dad didn't say a word... I guess it was due to the fact I was walking behind him. We went back to El Jardin and just sat down and waited for my mom and my sisters to meet up with us. As we left as a family, I walked in the front with my dad when I heard one of my sisters ask, "What's that on Redditcherry's shirt?" My mom replied, "He probably shit himself." I was like, damn, she's good. Then again, I was wearing khaki's and a white T-shirt, which is probably the worst choice of clothing you can possibly wear if you decide to defecate on yourself.

We got a taxi to head back to my grandparent's house, and I sat up front on my brave dad's lap while my mom and sisters sat in the back. The cab driver apologized to us for the awful smell in the car and my dad calmly told him that it was ok, his son had merely shit himself. I did a mental facepalm. We finally arrived at my grandparents house, where I took a shower and my clothes were promptly disposed of. This is the first time I have ever told anyone this story, and as far as I know, only my family that was there, and that poor cab driver, know what happened that summer day in '99.

flamboo · 1 year

George Brett will tell you.

Horatio_Caine_YEAHH · 1 year

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supremeMilo · 1 year

This happened to my former roommate, He went to sleep on the couch with a chick and couldn't fall asleep because they were in an awkward position. He moved to a chair to sleep, however it was uncomfortable. He eventually fell asleep and then woke up awhile later and she had moved to her bedroom so he decided to take the couch.

It was soaking wet.

sambojomo · 1 year

I have a pretty serious anti emetic suppository for my migraines. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Promethazine The last time I took one I had a dream/hallucination that I got up out of my bed, walked to the bathroom, shut and locked the door, pulled my pants down and peed. Only the only part of that that actually happened was the peeing.

dammuzi · 1 year

I went to the bar with one of my exs a few years back and proceeding to be the raging alcoholic that I was back then. Drank tons of beer. Don't remember going back to her place, or going to bed, etc.

"Woke" up in the wee hours of the morning with her shouting at me, "You're peeing on the floor!" Still in a booze-daze, I replied something to the effect of "nuh uh, you did." Then, I noticed my socks were soaking wet, and did indeed have to admit to myself that I had pissed on her floor. Odd seeing that I've never done it before or since when I was extremely drunk. Not my best moment.

ipokeholes · 1 year

Three or four summers ago I was eating steamed crabs with my wife and my in-laws. One of the crabs was a little off color but I soldiered through. About a half an hour later, while still eating crabs (For those of you who have never eaten steamed Maryland Blue Crabs, it is an arduous and time consuming process) I proceeded to gamble and lose. To this day my in-laws make fun of me, as is to be expected.

headlessparrot · 1 year

Caveat: this is not my story--it was the story of a roommate's past experience with another roommate.

So there were this guy and girl dating who lived together, and they were both epic alcoholics--like, five nights a week absolute ragingly drunk, though he was maybe marginally worse than he was. During the week they didn't get quite as insane, but on the weekends they'd go nuts and inevitably they'd both end up in bed, blacked out. And while blacked out in bed, he'd piss himself. And when they both came to the next morning, he'd see what he'd done and immediately blame it on his female companion ("oh, you pissed the bed! that's disgusting!" etc.,). She'd be so mortified (and unable to deny, because she'd similarly blacked out) that she'd offer some kind of sexual favour to make up for it. Needless to say, he felt pretty awesome about this--he wiggled out of the blame and was effectively getting blow jobs (and other acts) on demand. This went on for nearly six months.

Until one night, he gets so drunk that pissing himself in bed isn't enough, and he so he shits himself as well. And he is then stupid enough to pull the same trick. And she buys it for a couple of minutes... until she realizes that the locus of the shit is nowhere near her, and is in fact directly under him. At which point she puts all the pieces together and figures out exactly what's been going on for the last six months. Needless to say, she departed rather abruptly.

jbu311 · 1 year

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Superbob123 · 1 year

Ok, Little back story, my roommate freshman year in collage was the drunkest man alive Every Day. I would regularly come back from class at 2 p.m. and see him shithammered in his boxers because he "totally just smashed that 5th of vodka in like 15 min."

With that said it was just another weekend we would go out to some random party, get drunk, yada yada. But this day was different, they had hooch; for those who done know what hooch is, it is a highly alcoholic, often very tasty beverage. Ohhh was my roommate loving this tasty drink.

We get back to the dorm and are passing out in our beds when he half crawls/ walks to the bathroom. Well he left and never came back. The next morning I asked him where he went, and he just drooped his head.

I get out of my dorm room and see Americo, a forieng exchange student from Bosnia. And he was looking a little off so i asked him what was up. He stated that my roomate and went into their room that night and pissed all over him and his bed. Yes my Dorm mate was so shit blasted that he thought thier room was the restroom and proceeded to just piss on this poor guy...

He gets shit daily for this occerence, i hope you all have enjoyed.

UncleJunior · 1 year

Senior year of high school. Drank to honestly, probably pretty close to a coma. A bunch of friends and I rented a motel room for the night and got a couple kegs. At around 5 am and I do not want to know how much drinking, I passed out in a bed where three of my friends were already passed out. When we woke up in the morning, the bed was full of piss. I felt my shorts and knew it was me but denied it anyway. They definitely knew. Spent the next 36 hours in my bed at home, could not move an inch. I had to have my family bring me things and that was only when they checked, because I was too hungover to even speak. Missed school on a Monday because I was still too hungover from a Saturday night. Underage drinking:1 - Me: 0.

Inappropriate_Remark · 1 year

Something tells me this submission is going to attract an influx of salacious German readers.

Fabbyfubz · 1 year

I was like 8 or something and we were biking on some trail, and I didn't make it to the porta potti. But the odd thing was that I remember watching Seinfeld later that day.

[deleted] · 1 year

I was on a family vacation in Washington, D.C. when I was about 12 years old. I had a case of some incredibly wet, pungent farts and I was letting loose.

We were going to ride on the Metro, and, on the escalator down, I let one slip. My brothers, below me on the escalator, couldn't smell anything, but they looked up behind me and everyone was covering their noses with disgusted faces. So, as any young lads would, they challenged me to let another one rip while we were in the subway car.

Naturally, I couldn't muster up another one to meet their challenge. Instead, my body waited until we were walking up the stairs to exit the station after we had gotten off the train. I said something along the lines of, "How's this for a fart, bro?" and lifted my leg to unleash a whopper on my brother. Instead, I got a shart. According to my brother, the look on my face was priceless.

My dad had to take me into a restaurant to use their bathroom so I could clean up. I threw my boxers in their trash can and walked around commando-style all day in the baking July sun. There was some serious chafage.

DoubleTrump · 1 year

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steelcitykid · 1 year

I was in high school. We had a substitute teacher who was the fattest fat that ever fatted. While trying to write the instructions the teacher had left for us on the board, she was wheezing, visibly winded and the point of our collective ire.

I was laughing at this point. Then she took roll and she began reading the sign in sheet. Mike Hunt made the list. I was 14 or 15, already laughing, and when this wheezing behemoth asked if 'Mike Hunt' was going to return to class anytime soon, I lost my shit; rather, I lost my piss. fortunately it wasn't that much, and I had a hoody I could tie around my waist to hide the spot until it dried. I've never laughed so hard in my life. AS far as I knew, no one noticed

msingerman · 1 year

This thread has made me absolutely paranoid to fart.

yesimalex · 1 year

I was 16, stayed home sick. The phone rang and I assumed it was my mom calling to check on me. I got up, answered the phone and it was a telemarketer selling siding for my home. I tried to let a fart out and proceeded to blow brown ass matter in my pants. I politely informed the telemarketer that I had to go, that I had just defecated in my pants. I hung up the phone.

Standing in my living room with a load of crap in my pants, I pondered how to resolve this issue. The door on my left was an unfinished basement with cement floors. I proceeded to shuffle into the basement and disrobe. The snow shovel seemed an obvious choice to pick up the.. mess. I scooped up my pants/underwear/breakfast and proceeded to carry it to the nearest exit. At which point I threw it out into the yard.

Still covered in shit, I went upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned up. Then fell asleep in the tub.

Best Sick Day Ever.

diaperboy19 · 1 year

About 5 minutes ago, but that's pretty standard for me.

[deleted] · 1 year

A girl kissed me one time, and I shat myself. Literally.

Dawggy · 1 year

When I was about 10 yrs old, I was snooping through my dad's night stand. I was a curious little shit. Anyways, I came upon his candybar stash. I had no idea that the exlax bar was an industrial strength laxative. Invariably, the bubble-guts kicked in shortly thereafter and I proceeded to declare war with the toilet bowl. I was shitting up a storm in the bathroom and became quite worried. My mother came to investigate after about 20 minutes or so and discovered that I has indeed, raided my father's excrement expunger.

[deleted] · 1 year

your gonna get alot of "i was drunk" stories btw.

amarpatel · 1 year

Even more points for pooping another persons pants.

NaturalBornCrackhead · 1 year

ok....this one time, i didnt poop my pants, but if there was EVER a point in my life that i came closer to doing it at a cataclysmic or EXTINCTION level event, this was it!!

i honestly feel that i need to clear that up coz id hate to build up all that suspense and momentum to tell u end the end that i only embarassed myself slightly...instead of the truly epic level of lifelong scarring that could have happened...at any moment!

so im on the return leg of a long motorcycle ride. wake up nice and early in fredricton, new brunswick; destination toronto, time available 2 days. goal: get to mount washington, new hampshire before end of day.

i decide to cross the border before breakfast to avoid any possible rush hour. as you might have guessed, ive never been to maine. i cross the border, and am increasingly spooked by the distinct lack of any traffic or signs of life. eventually, after what was probably an hour in the US, i come across a gas station diner, total bum fuck egypt. i had no choice but to fill up and eat. so i had sausage and eggs or something. tasted greasy and great...like it had years of flavour! anyhoo...i ride on, take US route 2 (iirc), have a lunch somewhere, make it to mount washington slightly ahead of schedule, go up the mount, come back down (without needing my brakes btw, gotta love torque), and have dinner. its only 6:45 PM! this is my first foray into the more rustic parts of the US and being alone, i feel the need to get back to my own country(Canada). im not sure if it was just coz it was my first long solo ride, but felt a little spooked with the idea of spending a night in a one horse town in new hampshire. so i do some planning on my gps and decide to go almost straight north on the I-91...destination montreal, or first largish Canadian city i come across en route. in a few hours, im in Canada and it wasnt a few minutes after i entered that i feel the need to take a dump. i was close to a highway and decide that i would probably come across a gas stop soon enough anyway, even tho its the wee hours.

well, i didnt come across anything for many miles so i pull into a town, come across at least half a dozen gas stations and every one of them is closed! i search for typical coffee shops, the downtown, everything!! NOTHING is open!! and my bike is running a bit low on gas! the need to shit is so bad, im sweating, cursing, burping, gurgling, and dare not farting!!

i start looking for a good bush to take a dump behind, toilet paper be damned! and guess what, i can find a fucking bush coz im in some commercial part of town and they killed all the stray bushes!! i asked myself why not just stop and do it in the middle of the fucking road since it looks like everyone left town anyway and they fucking deserve the public poop it for not haveing a SINGLE fucking loo for people like me!!

out of the blue, i see a gas station with a light on!!! i cant believe it!! it is a diesel only stop and there is no reason for a motorcycle to stop there. as i stop my bike, i realize that my ass is actually sore from holding my shit in and if i as much as get up off the seat, i could explode right there....somehow, i slowly get off the bike, magically walk without moving my legs above my knees. get to the attendant's cabin. ask for "toilet" and hope my best that the word has some french history coz im in bum-fuck-quebec, dont speak french, and the kid could be one of those french pricks who insists i speak in french before he treat me like a human. coz i would have taken a dump right there and probably got arrested. he looks concerned, but points me in the right direction.

this was the only time in my life i did not sanitize a public toilet seat before using it.

i proceed to take the WORST dump of my life!! it was like the laxative scene from dumb and dumber. it was violent, it was smelly, it was like a machine gun. i was hoping the toilet was big enough. that breakfast in maine had screwed me over bigtime! i pooped that along with my lunch and dinner!

when i was done, i just sat there, like it was the best place in the world. i could have been at the top of a mountain on a clear sunny day!

it took me half the roll of toilet paper to clean myself and the parts of the bowl that the flush water would never reach. there was almost no white of the toilet visible. i flushed 3 times.

when i walked out, the kid gave me a menacing "you better not have shit on the walls" look, and ran into the toilet to make sure it was ok.

and that is how i almost shit myself. bigtime.

00110110 · 1 year

i dont wear pants!

Nessie · 1 year

Does it have to be in my pants?

tainted_nuts · 1 year

This is so embarrassing. But here it goes: I just pooped and peed my pants about an hour ago. My mama gave me a jar full of green beans, and let me tell ya, that stuff just goes through me. I was in my play pen when all of a sudden it hit me. I knew I had to go to the room with the big white bowl that the doggie drinks out of. One time I saw my dada peepee in that white bowl. I told the doggie, "you drink dada peepee." But the doggie didn't care. He eats cat poo too. Oh look, sparkles.....

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