I would use my underwear (the dry parts left) to soak some of the poo and wipe the heavy stuff up, and then use my socks to get the rest.
I worked for a guy who ran a co. in San Diego that sold stuff (anything, usually knife sets, vibrating pillows, watches, other cheesy crap etc..)and one of the top guys, the owner and I, went to Tijuana one night. The dog tacos from the stand went right thru one guy, and as we were walking over the foot bridge back into USA, he kept shuddering and stopping in his tracks. Breathing deeply, he would cautiously step forward, and then couldn't hold it. He ran to the handrail and pooped over the side, after having shat himself pretty well already. Boss an I kept walking, like we didn't know him. The ride back stunk, as there was poo on him....
I've Shat My Pants...
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I would use my underwear (the dry parts left) to soak some of the poo and wipe the heavy stuff up, and then use my socks to get the rest.
I worked for a guy who ran a co. in San Diego that sold stuff (anything, usually knife sets, vibrating pillows, watches, other cheesy crap etc..)and one of the top guys, the owner and I, went to Tijuana one night. The dog tacos from the stand went right thru one guy, and as we were walking over the foot bridge back into USA, he kept shuddering and stopping in his tracks. Breathing deeply, he would cautiously step forward, and then couldn't hold it. He ran to the handrail and pooped over the side, after having shat himself pretty well already. Boss an I kept walking, like we didn't know him. The ride back stunk, as there was poo on him....