Shat Attack
I once had a roommate in college who shat in his pants, then washed them out in the bathroom sink.
We were living in off-campus housing, and I remember being in my room when suddenly this horrible smell stirred me from my studies. It smelled like a sewage line had broken.
Curious, I opened the door to my room and ventured out into the hallway to the sound of the faucet running. And there was my roommate, washing his shorts in the sink. He was this gay asshole who looked like a demonic Ricky Schroeder. And he gave me this bashful gay grin, and said, "I shit in my pants" by way of explanation.
"Oh," I responded, before backtracking to my room and closing the door.
Today, he’s a lawyer, which is perfect, because he had to be one of the most two-faced people I’ve ever met. And the shittiest.
