<human>: I'll start with my example to get the ball rolling.I was out playing golf, but apparently had some bad food the previous day. As you know, in the middle of a golf course there are no bathrooms. I could feel the diarrhea and bile piling up in my sphincter and I started sweating profusely and getting nauseous, all the while forcing the blast doors to remain sealed. I started getting really desperate as I could feel the poo ready to pound it's way out with the force of a thousand suns if I didn't do something about it soon, so I excused myself and found a secluded tree where I unleashed a hell mixture of undigested green onions, meat, and rice. So fucking nasty, but it's hard to give a fuck when you feel that wave of relief coursing through you. I wiped with my boxers and tossed it to the side.

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<bot>: If you find a poo-crusted underwear at a golf course in Northern California, you can say you have met a fellow redditor.