<human>: The seams on my pants were bulging around the waste, and I couldn't run fast enough to the bathroom. I was sweating at this point and each leaping step I felt my ass cheeks clench less and less. I knew I didn't have much time before a waterfall of shit ruined my day and my pants. I bursted through the bathroom door and saw that every stall was taken.. except for the one marked "out of order." Knowing I couldn't shit in a urinal and that waiting wasn't an option, I tore the sign from the door, ripped my pants down in one swoosh, plopped down on the seat and let the left over thai food I had foolishly eaten for breakfast exact its revenge on me. 

It was the best/worst release of my life. 

After a few violently painful minutes, 5-6 handfuls of toilet paper and a sigh of relief, I felt lighter than air. I stood up, fastened my pants, completely forgetting the "out of order" sign I'd ripped from the stall door and pushed down the flushing lever. In a matter of seconds, the toilet water started swishing and spinning, faster and faster and started flinging shit and toilet paper everywhere. It didn't stop, and then the overflow of water came over the porcelain bowl onto the tile beneath. The walls of the stall, covered in shit and wet paper, the floor beneath with more of the same, and did I mention my clothes? Yeah, I won't. The people in the stalls beside me started gagging and coughing, and I'm pretty sure I ruined everyones shoes, and the janitorial staff was less than pleased with me. My coworkers laughed their asses off, and I'm pretty sure I won't live this down for awhile.

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<bot>: I took a dump at work in the "out of order" stall and neglected to think about why it was out of order, and flooded the bathroom with thai food shit.