<human>: When I was 9 I drove down to Pennsylvania from my hometown in Canada for a family wedding.  On our last day there, we drove about 30 minutes to some other relatives to quick say hi before we made the journey home.  Right before we left I had to use the washroom.  Being a shy 9 year old, I had been avoiding pooping in a strangers home and had held it in as long as I could.  Unfortunately I was so full of crap I could have made the US congress jealous, so I begrudgingly waddled to the bathroom to relieve myself. 

I sat down, began my efforts and quickly determined the bounty was quite plentiful and I was beginning to worry about how the poor porcelain can would manage my unholy deposit.  Sure enough, when the time came to flush, the toilette refused my offer and sent it slowly and surly up toward the rim of the bowl.  I panicked and ran out of the bathroom, just in time to see my family waiting for me at the door to leave.  We then got in the car and promptly left the country.   I'm 90% sure that bathroom had to be burned down after we left.  I am so sorry distant uncle whatever and your poor wife.

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<bot>: I clogged my relative's toilette and as it began to overflow, I left the country and haven't been back in 15 years.