Yep AW, I pooped my pants one day at the old one room schoolhouse, no laxatives involved. The teacher had our class at the blackboard, I really had to go bad. At least I made it back to my seat and I held up my hand with two fingers up. The teacher said, someone is out already and you will have to wait until they get back. Well to her Surprize, there was no waiting. I had a blow out right there. Ahahaha. Dang, the teachers eyes bugged out as the lovely aroma filled the schoolhouse. Yep it was the squirts.<quoted text>
It was quite traumatic when they put all the kids doubled up on the other side of the room and I sat all alone. I had the stinking lonesome squirts. LOL
I cleaned out my drawers the best I could with writing paper. I lived within a mile of the school and could have walked home. Just for pure meaness to get back at the teacher I stayed the rest of the day, about 4 hours. When I got home my mom was so mad, not because I had pooped my pants or at the teacher, but because I had stayed at school stinking. Ahahahah. She told me she should whip my butt. I wonder why mama decided not to whip my butt? Hehehehe.