Kevin S. Assilleekunt 1 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Ken, don't worry if you shit yourself during sex, just play it off as a deliberate sex act, that sort of thing is all the rage now apparently. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tooj 17 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 How upset is the kid? If he's not that worried then don't bother taking it much further. Have a word with the head teacher and leave it at that. Why?????? What happens the next time some poor kid follows through? She's made a massive inhumane misjudgement and should face the strongest possible consequences. Must bring back repressed memories about the time you shit yourself in the street? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Fish 8989 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 Fucking Hell Kenneth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monroe Transfer 0 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 How upset is the kid? If he's not that worried then don't bother taking it much further. Have a word with the head teacher and leave it at that. Why?????? What happens the next time some poor kid follows through? She's made a massive inhumane misjudgement and should face the strongest possible consequences. Must bring back repressed memories about the time you shit yourself in the street? That true? Strangers might have a case for public indecency. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Barney 0 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 #kenismint Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sweetleftpeg 0 Posted September 30, 2011 Share Posted September 30, 2011 We had a kid, a canny hard kid as well, at school who had a massive phobia of needles. We only found this out as we watched a video about needles in the class once and he fell off the chair and pissed himself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ken 119 Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Got to be a wind up. I wish it was, but no, it's true, every word of it. Though all this happened 20 years ago, I remember it like it happened yesterday, especially the second episode that I had. The first time that it happened wasn't too bad as I had managed to hold off until I was only footsteps away from the toilet. I was able to get into a cubicle and clean most of it up early enough, and there wasn't much of it there, though I knew I couldn't continue on with my day at school, I went to the office which was quiet at the time (my luck) and had them ring me dad to pick me up. The second time though was a completely different story. I was in a maths class at the time and started getting cramps and started to sweat bullets. I tried to hold it in, but the urge to shit came and went three times and I knew I had to go, so I asked the teacher as casually as possible (who was fucking hot and rumour had it - though unsubstantiated as most school rumours are - that she was an ex centre-fold model) that I needed to go to the toilet. I can only imagine the kind of expression on me face. She obliged and I tried to walk out casually as possible, though I would have been slightly hunched over for sure and I had well and truly lost control of my bowel movement by this time. I went straight to the office this time round, no fucking about, but to my horror the office was full of people everywhere and here I was trying to navigate around, by quick-pace then slow-pace, to avoid people catching wind of me. Got the key to the toilet and went straight in and locked the door. There was shit everywhere, it took me an age to clean myself up, the office lady even knocked on the door twice to see if I was OK. To make matters worse there was a clear, visible, small wet patch on me trousers which added to my stress - I wondered if anyone had seen it. Anyway I did me best, and shoved plenty of rolled up bog-roll between my arse and balls, and my undies. I took my jacket off and tied it around me waist to cover the wet patch and I lengthened the straps on my backpack so that it would come down and cover my backside as I carried it. Fuck I must have looked the biggest tit in the world walking out of the school that day. It was the worst day of my life to this point and fucked my confidence for a short while. Funny looking back at it now though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Monkeys Fist 38739 Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Ken: Gee it's been hot lately. Other bloke: Yeah, definitely. Ken: Hope I don't shit myself. Other bloke: ??? Bloke: What's the weather forecast Ken? Ken: *grnnngh* Shitty. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trophyshy 6434 Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 We had a kid, a canny hard kid as well, at school who had a massive phobia of needles. We only found this out as we watched a video about needles in the class once and he fell off the chair and pissed himself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
trophyshy 6434 Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Got to be a wind up. I wish it was, but no, it's true, every word of it. Though all this happened 20 years ago, I remember it like it happened yesterday, especially the second episode that I had. The first time that it happened wasn't too bad as I had managed to hold off until I was only footsteps away from the toilet. I was able to get into a cubicle and clean most of it up early enough, and there wasn't much of it there, though I knew I couldn't continue on with my day at school, I went to the office which was quiet at the time (my luck) and had them ring me dad to pick me up. The second time though was a completely different story. I was in a maths class at the time and started getting cramps and started to sweat bullets. I tried to hold it in, but the urge to shit came and went three times and I knew I had to go, so I asked the teacher as casually as possible (who was fucking hot and rumour had it - though unsubstantiated as most school rumours are - that she was an ex centre-fold model) that I needed to go to the toilet. I can only imagine the kind of expression on me face. She obliged and I tried to walk out casually as possible, though I would have been slightly hunched over for sure and I had well and truly lost control of my bowel movement by this time. I went straight to the office this time round, no fucking about, but to my horror the office was full of people everywhere and here I was trying to navigate around, by quick-pace then slow-pace, to avoid people catching wind of me. Got the key to the toilet and went straight in and locked the door. There was shit everywhere, it took me an age to clean myself up, the office lady even knocked on the door twice to see if I was OK. To make matters worse there was a clear, visible, small wet patch on me trousers which added to my stress - I wondered if anyone had seen it. Anyway I did me best, and shoved plenty of rolled up bog-roll between my arse and balls, and my undies. I took my jacket off and tied it around me waist to cover the wet patch and I lengthened the straps on my backpack so that it would come down and cover my backside as I carried it. Fuck I must have looked the biggest tit in the world walking out of the school that day. It was the worst day of my life to this point and fucked my confidence for a short while. Funny looking back at it now though. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
jonasjuice 0 Posted October 1, 2011 Share Posted October 1, 2011 Pooing is for sinners. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jusoda Kid 1 Posted October 5, 2011 Author Share Posted October 5, 2011 Been in. Turns out the teacher that informed me of the accident was on the understanding he'd only pissed himself as well. It was near the end of the PE lesson when he asked to go to the toilet so him and others had been told too wait until they were back in class. When he gets back to class his form teacher notices the stench and asks the teaching assistant to check his strides, she does, discovers the treasure and is then given the task of cleaning him up, which she does...very poorly. I was assured by the headmistress that it won't ever happen again and the assistant will be spoken to with regards as to what she considers clean and a suitable condition to see the rest of the day out (I'd hate to see her farting clapper). Usually if its that big a job the parents would be called to tend to it. She apologised profusely and ensured he would get special treatment in the future where dropping wolf bait was concerned, which I'm happy with. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wykikitoon 16612 Posted October 5, 2011 Share Posted October 5, 2011 Hope the bairn is ok man and glad you got it sorted. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ChezGiven 0 Posted October 5, 2011 Share Posted October 5, 2011 Aye, glad its sorted but it does seem like they had plenty of time to get their story straight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
LoveTheBobby 1 Posted October 5, 2011 Share Posted October 5, 2011 What became of his Spiderkeks , were they salvaged ? If not, I'd like to think they replaced them, or at least offered tuck shop vouchers to their value or summat ? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jusoda Kid 1 Posted October 5, 2011 Author Share Posted October 5, 2011 Aye, glad its sorted but it does seem like they had plenty of time to get their story straight. The head didn't know anything about it, the receptionists aren't allowed to pass anything on apparently, so she was totally in the dark about the whole thing when I went in today. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kid Dynamite 5903 Posted October 5, 2011 Share Posted October 5, 2011 Got to be a wind up. Got the key to the toilet and went straight in and locked the door. There was shit everywhere, it took me an age to clean myself up, the office lady even knocked on the door twice to see if I was OK. To make matters worse there was a clear, visible, small wet patch on me trousers which added to my stress - I wondered if anyone had seen it. Anyway I did me best, and shoved plenty of rolled up bog-roll between my arse and balls, and my undies. I took my jacket off and tied it around me waist to cover the wet patch and I lengthened the straps on my backpack so that it would come down and cover my backside as I carried it. Fuck I must have looked the biggest tit in the world walking out of the school that day. It was the worst day of my life to this point and fucked my confidence for a short while. Funny looking back at it now though. You dirty bastard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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