Well, I suppose this falls into your category,although I didn't do it deliberately....

Was up to a car show in Redding Conn,a few years ago,stopped at what seemed a fairly decent restaurant,had a bowl of chili,greek salad and the obligatory Manhattan straight up.

Went back to the show,fielded questions about my car,some guy brought a bowl of 420 and we had a great time.

Another exhibitor had trouble adjusting the brake bands on his '20's Buick so I got my tools and volunteered to crawl underneath and adjust the equalizing rods,just as I was finishing I felt 2 invisible hands grasp my bowels and I knew there was precious little time to make a dash to the restroom stalls.

Nothing doing,as I was bounding down the hill it happened,fully liquid and with more pressure than I could control,Echhh! this was the first time I had ever **** myself,and in public too!

I called over my shoulder for my friend,ran into the restroom and hid in a stall where I attempted to clean this self-made mess as best I could.

Sure enough my friend asked what was wrong but the smell gave it away.

He manfully volunteered to drive immediately to the nearest men's store to get me some new briefs and pants and would not hear of my offering him my credit card,the clothes were on him for me injuring myself in his service.

After about an hour and a half he returned with the fresh garments and all was well,in fact everyone had a good laugh at my expense,was sort of a "running" joke after that.

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