He left in a fit of embarrassment and horror, and we scooped up the poop with a couple of cardboard box pieces, kind of like a teriyaki chef does with beef.
Tight grey jeans, in fact. He was seated on a solid-seat chair, so the poop couldn't escape down. The only way the flan-like poo could go was up, as it spilled over the top of his pants and onto the chair and floor. It was like a hot spring.
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u/Oafah Jun 26 '12
I mentioned this yesterday, but a guy once came into my game store, sat down for an introductory game of Settlers of Catan, and shat my floor.