Mine will probably be the most sad and pathetic story ever, I'll make all your stories seem cool.
I played football at my high school my freshmen and sophomore years, well during the summer of eighth grade while going into freshman year during football practice, the most humiliating thing in my life happened to me that still affects the way I live my life to this very day, and probably until graduation (Hopefully it ends there)
Well one day during practice, I had to take a shit, Like a shit that was REALLY bad, like omfg I'm going to shit my pants shit. Since this is on a forum, I'll go into more detail. Well I guess gas is what pushes the poop along the intestine, well my fart got stuck behind the shit and like expanded my intestine, and it hurt like hell to hold it. Well, luckily, we were standing around going through plays, but then.. we had to condition. Let's just say it "Slipped out" while we were sprinting. Anyway, we had to go to the weight room after wards, and I haul ass to the bathroom. I try wiping that shit off into the toilet, I was thinking of ditching my shorts, but I didn't think that'd go well, so I just had like this big ass stain. (I apologize for the graphic detail) Then we get into the weight room, and I'm doing Squats. Well, it's a small room with a bunch of sweaty guys with the doors shut, let's just say I stunk the place up, yeah it was that fucking strong. Then people started noticing, and my coach came over to my area and was like "ITS COMING FROM OVER HERE" and just sprayed a shit load of axe, I told him what had happened, and he told me to take x-lax and let me go home.
Let's just say I literally felt like shit that day, and I had never been more nervous for that next practice than any other day in my life, I was preparing for a lot of shit talking.
Well this guy, who has a serious underbite issue, comes up to me and asks me If I shit my pants. I thought I could make the situation better and told him "Shit happens." He didn't notice, he just kept asking the question louder, and louder, and pretty much everyone knew, as well as the coaches. Well this asshole decided to come up with a nickname for me. "Shits." I've unfortunately practically come to know that almost as good as my second name. Great fucking nickname to have right?
Everyone pretty much called me that from there on out, and people didn't even know my real name. Well remember how I told you I was doing squats? Well when school started, I apprently shit my pants squating, I guess that's more funny, I didn't care to notice. But apparently this story is so funny that you haveto tell everyone you know around the school. A lot of girls that I didn't even know would look at me disgusted, and it was really hard. But I just tried to ignore it and go on with my pathetic life. Well, a years gone by, and it's now nearly the end of freshman year, and less and less people are knowing this story and that it's associated with ME.
Well I'm at this "Powder puff game" and I'm sitting next to a girl talking to her in a flirtatious matter, we've been friends for a while, well my asshole "Friend" thought it would be funny to sit in between us and tell her the whole story in front of me. Oh he laughed his ass off, and I sat there and took it like a bitch, and felt like a pile of shit.
To this day we have never talked.
But it's been a while since then, and ironically I've become more outgoing, as I constantly think to myself, what worse could happen? That evil nickname has been dropped, and I actually hear my own name now. I rarely ever hear that now. I guess I came out better.
Thx for making this thread, it gave me a chance to really put into perspective what I went through and how I truly felt about it.
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