Not yet but I came close; I was reading an exceptionally bad Harry Potter Fanfiction, the plot, writing and general quality was so abysmal that tears of laughter and despair were already streaming down my face. It had got to chapter 11, where the gothic blatant self-insert of a protagonist is shrieking through tears of blood at the perverted Snape and Lupin for filming her in the bath. At this moment an enraged Hagrid burst out into the night, driven by the urge to announce to Dumbledore, Snape and a naked masterbating Lupin that he is "A SATANIST" . Dumbledore then heroically whips out his "womb" (yes, womb) shoots the voyeuristic Snape and Lupin, and in the bloody aftermath of this epic battle Hagrid serenades the wounded with "a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent" before explaining that his love of Satan stems from his lust for the blood drenched beauty looking down upon the scene.
At this point; keeled over from laugher, I threw myself off my chair and, through shear will-power and an instinctive urge to survive, army crawled to the toilet in order to save my trousers from ruin.
Have you ever pooped your pants as an adult... be honest.
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Not yet but I came close; I was reading an exceptionally bad Harry Potter Fanfiction, the plot, writing and general quality was so abysmal that tears of laughter and despair were already streaming down my face. It had got to chapter 11, where the gothic blatant self-insert of a protagonist is shrieking through tears of blood at the perverted Snape and Lupin for filming her in the bath. At this moment an enraged Hagrid burst out into the night, driven by the urge to announce to Dumbledore, Snape and a naked masterbating Lupin that he is "A SATANIST" . Dumbledore then heroically whips out his "womb" (yes, womb) shoots the voyeuristic Snape and Lupin, and in the bloody aftermath of this epic battle Hagrid serenades the wounded with "a gothic version of a song by 50 Cent" before explaining that his love of Satan stems from his lust for the blood drenched beauty looking down upon the scene.
At this point; keeled over from laugher, I threw myself off my chair and, through shear will-power and an instinctive urge to survive, army crawled to the toilet in order to save my trousers from ruin.
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Thanks for sharing. Glad for you that it didn't actually happen to you. It's the worst.