I was out with my cousin in the woods behind our house and I had to take a poop. I was only six but didn't quite make it home in time and crapped my pants. Then I ran into the house crying and had to have my mother clean me up and dispose of the shitty drawers and pants I had just befouled. That morning a major grass fire started on the base. Almost burned the whole place to the ground until they brought out the big fire fighting gear. I was seen running from the field so they blamed me. When the cops came to question me I was ready to take the blame instead of admitting that I shit my pants. My mother told me to tell them what really happened and they thought they were getting a confession. I cried out that I pooped my pants and that is why I was running home. When my mother showed the evidence in the garbage bag, I was cleared with many giggles from the Military police. Seems my cousin started the fire but they could never pin it on him. So that is my confession.
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
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You owe your Mom big, buddy.
You owe your cousin a punch in the mouth or an approved equal.
You can't make that shit up.
Nope. I could see the house but did not have the skills to know that I could have just squatted in the field and saved myself a lot of mess because I could see the house as my pants filled. The Horror. I would have rather done the time in juvie...although I was only six and could fit through the bars.
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