I actually posted this in the Lounge area of another forum. The post got removed, and I almost got banned. So, I'll post it here, if you guys see that it'* fit for our lounge, I can post there too.

One Man'* Good Fight
I went grocery shopping recently though not altogether sure that course of action was a wise one.
You see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'You're definitely going to **** yourself' chili'. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat the next day both of your *** cheeks WILL fall off.
Here'* the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson'* Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their way through my intestinal tract, I appeared to be unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my next door neighbors as thunder and lightning. Knowing that a time of reckoning had to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for the market; a local Wal-Mart grocery store that I often haunt in search of tasty tidbits.
Upon entering the store at first all seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me. Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about.
I'm referring to that 'Uh oh, gotta go pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time.
The thing is, this pain was different.........
The habaneras in the chili from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom, they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The peppers fired a warning shot.......
There I stood, alone in the spice and baking aisle, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of it, just as an elderly woman turned into it.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what her reaction would be to the malodorous effluvium that refused to dissipate, as she walked into it unsuspecting. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally? Here'* what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate. I could've warned that poor woman but didn't. I simply watched as she walked into an invisible, and apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all she could do before gathering her senses and running, was to stand there blinking and waving her arms about her head as though trying to ward off angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. Mistake.
Here'* the thing. When you laugh, it'* hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.
Suddenly things were no longer funny. IT was coming, and I raced off through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it before the grand mal assplosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john, began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat because my *** is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Sonofabitch!' while executing a hasty exit.
Once finished I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
That of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'* YOU!' then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return.
Home again without having completed my shopping, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Albertsons. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to repaint the store.

Now that was hot!

ROFLMFAO!!!!!!!!!! I'm laughing so hard my throat hurts like hell and my eyes are watering!!!! good one I know how all that goes been there done that except i usually drop em off in the meat department and go hide in the cereal isle to watch reactions and yes some time ya push to hard and got the running farts all the way to the crapper

Jesus Steve, i'm blowing lemonade out my nose!

And what is it that draws you to the meat dept to drop bombs?

So that equals out to be about 17 little mexican kids in that stall?

after eating to many burrito'*


i drop them off in the meat dept. cause people start sniffing the meat wondering what just went south of the border and has been sitting there for a month the worst part is when your not really paying attention when you go to fire and there is a poor 3 ft tall kid right behind you looking for something for mommy and ya get him right in the direct line of fire

Nice!!!!

Now that was a funny story.

Geez Mike...we have a 30 second joke rule here. Yours takes a long sit on the toilet to finish reading


NIce

Those are the best ones Todd.