A Sandy Mess

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One day, My friends and I went to the beach. Traditionally, we draw straws to see who would be buried in the sand. I got the short straw and was buried, standing up. Being buried standing up, makes it extremely difficult to get out. About 45 minutes after being in there, I felt a case of the runs coming on. I asked my friends to let me out, but they made me stay. I held the diahrea in as long as I could, and finally it just let loose. I had no control. My friends finally let me out about half an hour later...

By then, the diahrea had dripped down my legs and dried. I was a smelly mess. To make things worse, my ex-girlfriend saw me a couple of minutes later, with her new boyfriend.

I have never lived this one down.