Ok, my friend Roy, big time Stoner, big fat belly on him, goes to his girls house for the 2nd time after their 1st date.
His girl was going to a wedding, she was there all done up in a dress, with all the brides maids over, partying...
He decides its time to go, he drives away. On the highway, he realizes he has to blast (his term for crapping), pulls over on the highway, cant wait.
There he is, in the woods, squatting, getting ready to do his thing... The whole party of girls drive down the same highway, see his car in the breakdown lane, and pull over.
They think he's messed up, because they dont find him near the car. (He only went like 15 feet into the woods). All of a sudden, in mid-blast, he hears Jean calling his name?
He can see them coming toward him (sort of) a bunch of girls in nice dresses, calling to him, worried, etc..
He ducks down a bit more behind the tree, does his thing, wipes his cheeks with his underwear, then pops up and goes over to them like he was just taking a leak.
(Of course he tells the whole real story in from of her now, 20+ years later and married).
The way he tells it is classic of course, funny stuff...
Now 20 years later, he recently had esophagus cancer. Not a fun time, he just made it. They removed most of his esophagus, pulled his stomach up and sewed it into his throat.
His stomach sits right between his pecs these days, so he can only eat like 2 chicken wings,a nd he's full. (Still got the big stomach though, I don't get it)?? Maybe all the beer and booze.
So, he comes home from his surgery, sits on the bowl, blasts away (his term). Realizes he cant bend to reach his ass-neck.
He was just about to call Jean in to do the dirty work, but instead, he grabbed the toilet brush sitting near the bowl. He wrapped it up with lots of TP, then wedged it between his cheeks a few times til all was clear..
He's doing great these days, but his stories are F'in great at parties...