When i was 15 i had ridden our family bike to the local bass hole and was in the middle of a decent mornin when i felt that twitch in my stomach.I tried not to think about it which of course made it worse.I knew i was about 10 minutes away from the nearest bathroom-a local Winn Dixie supermarket.There came the point where i said,"I need to go to winn dixie NOW". On the way there,my moms big cushy seat was great for my yearning,now pressurized ass.I was thinkin,"Im gonna MAKE IT !". I was wrong.The moment of no turning back happened-my underwear full of pancake batter.I wanted still to go into the store to clean my ass in the bathroom,but i noticed some of my human sloppy joe had gone thru my underpants and was showing thru my white shorts.I couldnt go into the store like THAT,so i went around to the back of the store and found a hose hooked up.I did a quick splash or two on the area and got it to diminish just enuf to where i figured i might be able to make it to the bathroom without anyone noticing the stain.Before I went in I stretched my shirt as much as i could for length and hoped no more of my human taco meat would bleed thru into my shorts again enuf to be seen before i could make it to the bathroom.---I made it to the bathroom OK--cleaned myself up pretty good,but was now wondering what to do with my underwear.I was gonna throw them away in the can but in a moment of teenage genius decided a better place to hang em was on the hook on the inside of the stall door for someone to find!!-------------------------