What Is Your Worst "Body Fluids" Story?
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When I was in elementary school, i remember feeling like i needed to fart in class, and my 6 year old brain said "nah bruh, you'll be alright no one will notice."
about 3 seconds later with a turd in my pants, i raise my hand and say to the teacher "I thought it was a fart" and then immediately burst into tears.
that's actually kinda cute lmao
I had something like that happen to me in 2nd grade, i was doing after school dodgeball and I had to fart and it was really loud in the gym so I let it rip and it smelled horrible (my farts normally don’t smell bad to me), when my grandma came to pick me up I told her about it and she said that I probably caught something and we went home, when we got home I went to the bathroom and apparently that fart was a wet one.
But I’m sure the class got a good
laugh out of it? Fart humor as a young child is usually the funniest thing to them. LOL
As a kid my mom taught me the best lesson, if you need to puke and poo, sit on the toilet then grab the bathroom trash can.
When I was 12, I had VERY heavy periods and I wasn’t quite experienced enough to take care of them at the time. Sometimes pads would leak or I was too stupid to know when to replace them, which needed to be more often than average because the flow was so heavy. One summer day I was going through airport security to go back home. The only bag I had was a small pink drawstring one with two things: a 3DS in a case and a plastic bag of blood stained underwear. For some reason, the security woman pulled me away from my family for a random individual check. To this day I don’t know why. She asked me two or three times if I had weapons. I did not. She opened my bag and first examined my 3DS case. Then she asked me what was in the plastic bag. I told her it was dirty laundry. She stared at me for what seemed like forever and clearly didn’t believe me for some reason, so she stuck a gloved hand into the bag and pulled out a sopping wet, freshly stained, and heavily coated pair of underwear that dripped blood on her gloves and onto the security table. A mid 30s looking woman behind me who had also been pulled aside for a check let out an audible “Oh... oh no...” The security woman shoved the underwear back into its wet prison, changed her gloves at the speed of light, wiped the table, frantically pushed my bag towards me, and told me, with gritted teeth, to have a nice day. I was mortified at the time but I find it hilarious now. One of my wildest bodily fluid stories.
Omg I would've grabbed my bag so fast and power walked. But it is kinda funny 🤣
🤣🤣🤣
I am a medical laboratory scientist, other peoples body fluids is my job. The worst experience was probably opening an over-filled stool sample container and having it erupt over my hand. The pressure had built up because of gas produced by bacteria. It was like a volcano of shit. This is why we wear gloves.
Omg 🤮😱
don’t you hate it when your drink spills?
@@poopman6916 or the toilet flows up with crap and piss in it
When I was in the hospital for a forced detox, I was wearing nothing but a gown, a catheter, and two IVs. I had no idea where I was or what was happening. I woke up having paranoid hallucinations, but they had allowed ny service dog in the room with his harness on. I pulled out my IVs and the catheter, grabbed my dog, and said to my dog, "Let's go home!" and grabbed his handle.
We didn't get far due to the urine and blood splashed behind me as I screamed, "IT'S ME PISSIN AND BLEEDING, NOT MY DOG! HE'S A GOOD BOY! IT'S ME!!"
Nylak Otter May I ask you what you have a Service Dog for?
That's fucking hilarious
Dont try to constipate yourself when you're having diarrhea. Just don't...
Curry, egg and seafood in foreign places are like 3 out of the 4 horsemen of stomach pains.
The fourth is Chipotle. _Never again._ I've learned my lesson to Trust the Bell.
Once when I was in my teens I woke up in the middle of the night. Blearily I got up (for no reason at all) and realized my foot was wet. I hopped into the bathroom and pulled a glass sliver out of the sole of my foot, bandaged it up, and went back to bed.
See, when we moved in to our current house, my dad broke several windows (one in my room) while trying to forcibly open them. Mom vacuumed it up as best she could, but you know how glass is, the fragments went down in the carpet. The funny thing to me was that we had been living in the house for at least ten years at that point, and I hadn’t had a problem with glass shards EVER.
I was pregnant at the time in the hospital and this midwife was walking around the ward with my pee cup and other patient's pee cups in her pocket and she kept coming to me to show/comparing my pee with other patients, she was amazed with how hydrated I was in mid summer, she was so gross.
once i when i was in kinder i was playing baseball and not only struck out but peed myself and died of embarrassment
The vomit balloon almost killed me, i laughed so hard i started choking on a pretzel 😂
Kids are gross!
That blood vomit poop and pee one was gross and impressive.
Long story short, period blood, auditorium seat, long assembly.
o h b o y
Damn, that sucks. Did anyone else find out?
@@RB01.10 nope but I still cringe thinking about it
One day, I was feeling crappy: a bit feverish, shaky, and I had a sore back. At one point, I felt like I had to pee like a racehorse. When I did, my pee looked like cranberry juice, I repeat, cranberry juice!. The nurse who took my urine sample looked at the vial and said, "Well I have not seen pee that dark in a while." Kidney stones are absolutely wretched. I pissed blood, lost sleep, and threw up so many times during that period. Luckily, I started drinking water and cranberry juice afterwards, and I have not had those little buggers since.
Also, I once went sleep early one night because I felt like a cold was coming on me. I went to sleep, and sometime during the night, I just woke up, sat up and threw up all over myself. My temperature was 104.2, but I did not want to bother my parents, so I stripped off my sheets and clothes, gave myself a cat bath, threw on a new night shirt and slept on my bare mattress under a big old comforter.
I had a yeast infection almost a year ago and it was my first one too. It stung to pee and I was also on my period too. It wasn't very comfortable at work either. I was prescribed antibiotics and felt better.
My best friend had a UTI a few months back and it hurt her so bad that she kept throwing up. My mom had to go get her and the staff had to help her get to the van(my mom owns a minivan). I felt bad for her.
My grandad has to deal with kidney stones a few times but is doing better now. When he is passing them he starts moaning in pain. My grandma felt bad for him
Ugh, kidney stones are the worst. I've had them a couple of times in my life, myself.
Up until a few years ago, I had kidney stones like every six months. The final time was on a trip to Europe in May 2017. It was supposed to be a 2 week group road trip across Germany, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Hungary, and Austria. But on night #2 in Prague, I woke up at 3 AM in utter agony on my right side. I'd had kidney stones plenty of times before, so I thought I could power through it with lots of water and pain meds. But it didn't work. I called up the group leader, and we drove out to the nearest hospital at dawn. The main hospital offices were closed - it was a Sunday - but a nurse's clinic was open. They didn't speak English, but they understood what was happening. Unlike nurses in the States, they didn't bother asking what hurt; to test it, one of them gave me a firm karate chop to my right side.
Seriously.
Judging by how I was doubled over in pain and demanding why they hit me, they could tell it was something bad. They printed out a report that I could take to the main hospital, which was still closed. We gave up and went back to the hotel, where I drank the rest the water I'd brought with me and several glasses from the kitchen. I was feeling a little better, so I figured I could still participate in the day's walking tour through Prague's Old Town. That was a mistake. I was fine for the first few hours, but I had to stop and piss more and more. One annoying thing was that the urinals were clearly built for taller European dudes; I'm a short Asian, so I had to stand on my tiptoes every time. By the time the group split up to wander around for the afternoon, I immediately bolted for the bathroom at the McDonald's on Mostecká, near the Charles Bridge. I went about my business, but I noticed that nearly everything coming out was red, and I was feeling much worse. It was like I was getting stabbed from the inside out. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to drink this kidney stone away.
I stumbled out of the McDonald's and made the agonizing trek back over the Charles Bridge. I'm a hiker, but by then, I was staggering. The pain made the glaring sun and late spring heat so much worse. Hospital Na Františku, one of Prague's oldest hospitals, was a short walk away from the Astronomical Clock. But like the other place I'd went to at dawn, there was almost nobody there; it was a Sunday morning, and there were no urologists on staff. Someone in the main hallway was able to translate to the receptionist for me, and I was given the address of a clinic way over in Praha 2. I managed to get a taxi out there, but by that point I could barely get out of the car. After getting registered, I had to sit alone in a desolate, sweltering hallway for what seemed like hours before a nurse let me inside. After the x-ray was done, a dour, stone-faced doctor sat down to talk with me.
"Young man, your vacation is over."
"What do you mean?"
"That kidney stone is 11 mm. You need emergency surgery, right now. You're going to lose your kidney otherwise."
"But what about the group?"
"Never mind them. You need to stay here overnight and get that taken out. We'll put a stent in, and you'll fly home tomorrow."
"But won't I be able to catch up with them?"
"No. You might not even be able to walk for a while tomorrow. Forget the trip. It's done. You. Need. Surgery."
At that point, I realized that I'd run out of options. I'm stubborn, have a high tolerance for pain, and I didn't want to put my life in the hands of strangers. But I had no choice. Giving up control and just rolling with the situation was one of the hardest things I'd ever had to do. Lots of folks complain about American health care, but I'd bet they'd never been stranded in a Czech hospital before. It was like being transported back to the 1930s; the rooms were spartan in design, the elevators were like old school freight lifts, the light in the bathroom didn't work, there was no television or heated blankets - just a single pillow and a thin sheet, and a biscuit and goat's milk for breakfast. The only thing modern were computers in the offices and the electronic door locks on the wards. I had to share my room with this poor, lonely old guy named Petr. But we didn't share any languages, and there was no cell phone reception for Google Translate.
I got the impression that the staff there didn't like me very much. They probably didn't appreciate some American kid that didn't speak a word of Czech rolling in on their Sunday afternoon. Only a handful of nurses spoke any English, and the rest had little patience for me. The sun was already setting when they came to take me down for surgery. They wheeled me down this long, dark hallway to one of the freight elevators. It occurred to me that they were all wearing masks, so it'd be impossible for me to ID them. It'd be easy for them to just harvest my organs and dump me in an alley somewhere. It seriously felt something right out the Hostel movies. Just before I was put under, I remember smiling up at all those masked faces and silently wondering what the Hell I'd gotten myself into.
It was just past dawn when I woke up. Right on cue, a nurse appeared and cheerfully said good morning... before yanking out the catheter that I hadn't noticed. That was easily the worst wake up call I'd ever gotten. I howled in pain - I'm sure Petr appreciated that - and tried to ignore the blood that I'd just dripped on the sheets. At least the surgery had gone okay. I'd be able to leave in a few hours. I'd lost a stone, but gained a stent. At least the hard part was over. I'll spare you the rest of the story; it took two more days of wrangling with the insurance people to get a flight home. I was kicked out of the hotel where my luggage was left - the group was long gone, of course - and I had to scramble to find a new place to stay. I got a connecting flight home through Paris (that's definitely not how I imagined my grand return to France would be) and immediately rushed to the ER in my hometown to get the stent removed and check the status of my kidney. Everything was fine... but I had to keep the stent in for a month and went back to work in the meantime. I ended up getting a UTI and had an allergic reaction to a new shampoo, which both required more hospital visits. It took me the entire summer to fully recover.
Those three months were arguably the lowest of my life. But it was a valuable lesson in the end. I learned the importance of paying attention to my body and any symptoms that might crop up. I sat down with my doctor and got a list of everything I should stop eating so as to avoid getting more stones. I always check labels now, too; it's crazy how much sodium is in American food. I also drink more than twice the amount of water I used to. In the end, that kidney stone and that crazy time in Prague was the wake up call I needed to turn my life around. I think I understand Kafka a little bit more now; Prague is a lovely place, but terrifying when you're sick and alone.
*TLDR: DRINK MORE WATER, EAT LESS SALT.* It can come back to haunt you at the worst time. Kidney stones are horrendous. And don't get sick in Prague.
Thanks for the tldr. The first time I ever used one.
@@orion5525 I think I will too
Hey thanks for the tldr, my family has a pretty bad history of diabetes and heart disease. I usually don’t take things like eat less salt seriously since it’s so easy to get here in the states. But now that I’m getting older I kinda wish I had listened when I was 12
As a Czech Im dissapointed how in Prague hospital they could'n speak english.. I like like 100km away from Prague, between towns of Jičín and Nymburk.. I can say that the hospitals there are not perfect.. but a lot more modern than what you said.. In Jičín for example.. Everything si modern, staff is nice and many times I was there they were good to me.. Like maybe its not as good as American hospitals.. but they are for free.. Something happens to you, they fix you up and you dont get any bills.. I could go and go about everything I dont like about them but at the end.. Im glad we had this health care here.. Personally I think you just didnt go to right hospital.. and I find it weird that there was nobody there at sunday (doctors and nurses work even 24h shifts, but mainly 12h so one goes for night and one for normal.. maybe cuz youre not Czech you couldnt find anyone or you just didnt knew..
But Im glad you survived here and I wish you happy and long life :)
@@blucz883 You too, take care out there!
Ahem
The *Most* embarrassing bodily Fluid Is.....
*T E A R S*
nah its ok to cry
come here homie
Peed myself from laughing a few times but it was dark and no one cared. When I was a kid I randomly got a nosebleed in music class and it got all over my red tanktop. I hoped my babysitter wouldn’t notice but she did. That was awkward and gross. Another time I tried to shave my legs without knowing how and cut my shin. Shaving cuts tend to bleed a lot for some reason and it was dripping down my leg. My mom was horrified. We cleaned and bandaged it and I thought that was that. But no it started bleeding again the next night. Lovely. I have plenty of stories of not realizing how much I was bleeding from random injuries and needing to be cleaned up. I’ll spare you guys any more.
Done this. I grew up w a Claw foot bathtub no shower.
Tore up my Achilles tendon shaving got out, Dad couldnt wait ___
Uhhh I am standing in a Slowly spreading pool of blood
Watching this during dinner.
r/madlads
@@Adomavo thanks for the karma lmao
Had to get stents put in to clear out some kidney stones. When I got the first stent pulled out, my stomach was killing me and I was feeling super nauseated. I didn't want to eat, but had to eat so I could take pain medicine. Ended up projectile vomiting a McDonald's hamburger all over my husband, couch, floor, and myself.
I don’t know if this applies, but when I was 10 I had cancer and the chemo and meds the hospital was giving me gave me diarrhea and nausea. I was also taking super strong and addictive meds (prescribed by the hospital). The nurse missed my dose. After that we got discharged from the hospital to stay somewhere nearby because I had to stay close to the hospital. I ended up puking up my next dose and then starts the downward spiral. I’m pooping out straight up liquid, barring every minute or so and peeing a bunch(I had some kind of disorder where my body excreted lots of salt in urine). So I puked up next dose. Same thing keeps happening and it’s about 3 hours between each dose. I have dysentery, I vomit, I pee like a racehorse. This happened about 3 times and the 3rd time my mom took me to the hospital I was staying at. They denied the medicine and the ER nurse has me wait to my next dose and then they finally give the meds to me via IV (as my mom had been asking for for about an hour at this point) After that I fell asleep for about 15 minutes and I woke up feeling absolutely fine. All because a nurse messed up my dosage.
Incase anyone wants to know what pain meds the hospital prescribed me at that time. It was morphine. Don’t do drugs.
P.S. I got weened off the meds.
I'm glad you are fine
geeeez, that's wack
@@cq-crew9504 fuck yeah morphine ah that was some good times
@@maxhallman1036 I had that after my J-Pouch surgery due to Ulcerative Colitis.
The first time I had Dilauded, but I got very very sick from it.
One time when I was walking around a lake, I accidentally pissed myself. The small pavilion where the bathrooms are was locked up; so I just went in my shorts. Fortunately, my shorts were dark navy so I just pissed it off as me spilling water on myself!
Smooth!
I was probably 3 or 4 years old (I don’t really know). I was at the store with my dad and I’ve always had a habit of going to the bathroom before I leave anywhere. So I told him I wanted to go (I kinda had to anyway) and he asked if I could wait till we got home. I said yes. BIG MISTAKE #1. I’m fine most of the ride home, but as we’re about to turn onto the road that led to our street, I feel it and I feel it bad. But I knew we were all of 30 seconds away from home. We turned onto the road then onto our street and my dad pulled into the parking spot. Right as he did, my bladder just flippin gave up. I was MORTIFIED. Then, in a panic and also just out of pure stupidity, I realized I could stop peeing, BUT I DECIDED TO FINISH. BIG MISTAKE #2. Yeah, let’s just say, my cat seat needed to be cleaned big time. 🥲
One time in school it was last hour and i was on mu period and we were in the library and i bled through my pad and black pants onto the wood chair and when the bell rang I quickly rushed to my locker and when i went outside to go home i heard some people talking about the bloody chair and i was so embarrassed and quickly ran home
I did this on my friend's car seat. She's a Somalian refugee, devout Muslim, barely spoke English when we met (through work) and I assumed it would be some kind of unclean thing like pigs and dogs. I was absolutely mortified trying to clean it up. She was absolutely nonplussed and assured me repeatedly, "Sara, is normal. Is fine. No problem. Is normal."
She's one of my best friends now, she is an absolute sweetheart and her stories about her life will make you weep. Perspective is a hell of a thing.
I did the same thing
@@sarasmr4278 oh my goodness that is so sweet, I hope you’re both still friends
@@feedmespagetti141 yes we are, thanks :) I hope you're doing well!
@@sarasmr4278 I am doing well, I hope you are too. Have a great day!
The phrase 'vomit balloon' is creasing me 😂
on the last one: vaginas are self cleaning, meaning sometimes shit just comes out of them suddenly, and sometimes what comes out is a big glob of discharge
"or a Japanese" I don't know why that caught me so off guard lol
Went to sneeze on a first date. Sneezed out a massive snot, it was embarrassing since the crush and half of the restaurant had eyes on me. Tell me im not the only one. :0)
Did you date still like you?
Yup! It happens!
I've dealt with some literal shit, pee, vomit, and jizz in my time. But I think the worst two are both from when I worked in retail.
1. I was doing washroom cleanup at my movie theatre workplace, and one toilet was horrifically full of brown piss. I flushed it. The "water" spilled up over the bowl and all over the floor. I was never so glad to be wearing waterproof footwear as that day, because it was otherwise deep enough it would have soaked my socks. I spent two hours of my four hour shift mopping up the aftermath and those shoes still reek of pee
2. My following job was in a card shop at a mall. We had our own toilet in the back room. The manager who hired me got revenge on her replacement by cramming the toilet so full of paper towel it exploded- leaving an inch of sewage on the floor. We couldn't open the safe at the end of that shift because it was also on the floor. We lost a good chunk of inventory, too. What really gets me about this one is that the mall's maintenance crew didn't do their entire job once we closed for the night. They mopped up the liquid part... but left gigantic turds and the offending wads of paper on the floor. The back room was completely unusable for a week... and I had three eight-hour shifts without someone to cover me for breaks. If I'd had to use the bathroom, I would have had to lock up the store and incur a fine from mall security in the name of relieving myself. The fine would have come from my paycheck, I'm pretty sure.
This is the earliest I've ever been to a video
army
When I was 9, I was "too lazy to use the bathroom at night" so I peed in the corner of my room for a few months. Keep in mind this is carpet flooring.
My mom found out and asked if I needed to go to a psychiatrist
The floor still vaguely smells of piss to this day (2-3 years later)
...
Did you ever get a psychiatrist?
These stories are REVALTING!!! FYI, to clean up wet blood stains, just
Use whitening toothpaste and brush with cold water. Trust me, it WORKS.
Margaret, have you killed someone?
@Mr. Game and watch
On account of their name being Margaret, I would assume that no, not them murdering someone, her uterus murdering her.
Shat myself at school, no one noticed.
The embarrassing part was when I threw up on the playground.
To top it all off, after all that, I realized my fly was unzipped.
Grandma approved
Ashli
When I was 12 I was at a shop one time and I suddenly got a really bad cramp so painful I bent over and liquid diarrhea came out, I tied my hoodie around my waist and walked home, my mom cleaned me up and I couldn't stop giggling about it the whole time
I woke up in the middle of the night needing to urinate. When finished, I saw that my urine was a reddish hue of Mauve! I panicked as I thought my kidneys were shutting down, as that must be blood in my urine. I didn’t feel sick but what else could be happening to me? Then I realized that it wasn’t blood! I remembered, I had eaten the last of the beets that I had harvested from the garden. The bloody color was from the beets! Thank God I wasn’t dying after all!
Brooo I heard the mentioned story of the camp counselor and two girls and I laughed so hard I pissed myself a little
Pretty vanilla but
I was in seventh grade and had just started my period a month or so prior, so I was far from used to bringing pads or tampons around. One morning, I put on a pair of undies and groaned at them being just a bit too tight. Still, I’d woken up late and just needed to grin and bare it. Cut to when I’m at school and I feel that horrible, unforgettable sensation of something leaking. My hand shoots up and I try to ask as softly as I can to use the restroom. My teacher excuses me and I all but run to the bathrooms and lock myself in a stall. Sitting down on the throne, I lower my jeans to find the crime I expected. Now, I forgot to mention, but I always, and I mean always, have very, very heavy bloodflow down there. This month, to my chagrin, was no different. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention also that the undies were pure ass baby powder, flour, cloud, cotton white. Also also, when I pulled them down, the cover around the waistband’s elastic tore and ripped right open. After properly shoving in as much toilet paper as I could fit, about a half centimeter or so, I waddled shamefully back to class, my face stained as red as my once pristine underwear. It was as though all the blood from that dreadful period had been pushed into a single, concentrated blush that lasted all day. Hours, I had to sit, with a pair of soggy, half ruined, too small undies all while trying not to let on that anything was wrong as I shuffled from class to class and squeezed my thighs together to keep the makeshift pad I’d Frankensteined together from slipping or sliding through my murder scene.
Needless to say, the final resting place of those undies was the trash can outside my dad’s house as soon as I got the chance to ditch them.
I have more awkward stories then this, but this is the most “exotic.” And could have led to even worse situation.
Scroll all the way down for the summary if you don’t want to read this whole thing. I am 14, turning 15 in two days as I type this. This was only a couple months ago, again as I type this. I remember I was going on a medication for anxiety. Everything was alright for a few months, with little to no side affects. But during the summer one night, I had woken up around 3:40AM to realize that the blanket around my chest area was really damp. I sleep shirtless, and did not think anything of it. Same thing again the next night, but again, I just go back to sleep. It wasn’t until the next morning I realize what the source was. My breasts are leaking a clear fluid, and not a lot, but a somewhat decent amount for a bit. (I am about a C cup) I was thoughtless. I knew breast cancer runs in my family, but I am a healthy teenager. I go to the mirror and clearly see it, enough to make decent marks on a shirt. My mom was at work, only my dad and sister were with me. In no damn way was I telling my dad the situation. I just waited anxiously until my mom got home and told her. She looked at my chest, and everything looked normal. She schedules me an appointment with my doctor. I had helped my dad with some yard work, and before, during, and afterward my right nipple stung and felt really irritated., especially when it brushed against my clothing. I told my mom this. A little later, had brought some cookies to a neighbor of mine, our family was friends with her and her dog. (My 14 year old dumbass didn’t think to put a bra on) and my breasts start pumping fluid and milk, almost fucking spraying it. and her husband walks out. Bonus: First time I’m meeting him. I crossed my arms, subtly trying to cover up the two giant stains. I think my neighbor probably saw.. but I don’t think her husband did. THANKFULLY) I am a good actor. I just played it cool and casual, and I was fine. We had a nice talk. I went back almost mortified and told my mom. I continue to leak fluid heavily and my mom gets more concerned. She feels around my breast but feels no lumps. What’s worse: I had a library volunteer shift the next day, after my appointment. I would be serving free lunches to families in need, and I definitely did not want them to see THAT. That morning, it looked a lot more milky, but still watery, then before. At my appointment, my pediatrician does a quick exam and says everything looks and feels normal. She says a possibility that could be causing the milk was a very rare side effect to the medication, Prozac. But because of how rare it was I needed to get blood drawn to be sure my prolactin level was normal. Because everything looked very healthy it wasn’t serious and I wasn’t that worried. It came back in the normal range of 3-20, at 16. but just to clear everything up my doctor scheduled me a breast ultrasound. A few days later was the ultrasound. It was still going on, everything night and morning it was still happening. Specifically, whenever I’m shirtless. My mom says that it’s probably due to the fact that breastfeeding is often done in the morning and before bed (a common baby’s schedule) and that because there was nothing covering my chest, somehow a breastfeeding instinct was triggered, idk. Anyway, the ultrasound felt good, like a massage. There were a few times it hurt a bit, when the gadget pressed a bit hard. Again, everything looked very healthy. So now we know it was Prozac causing it. My doctor didn’t want me on it anymore. I got off of it, and about a week later it stopped. I got on another medication later. I find it weird and very amusing, and it might have been very rare, but I’m so grateful I did not get a very rare AND dangerous side effect.
T.L.D.R. A regular anxiety medication caused me to make *sus milk* as a damn 14 year old, and also thus mortifying me in front of my neighbors.
They may as well re-title every Wal-Mart related video to this
I went to 4/20 in Vancouver and instead of bringing a bag, I wore a belt with a pouch on it to carry my phone and cash. It was the end of the day, i was just about to leave when i decided to use the washroom. I was stoned out of my fcking mind and was struggling to stand. i undid my belt, sat down, and i heard a splash. I looked down and my belt (carrying my phone and wallet) was sitting inside the port-a-potty atop a mountain of piss, shit, and menstrual blood :( I just stood there and stared at it for a good few minutes, processing the situation and before accepting my loss... then as im about to leave i felt my soul leave my body or something. suddenly im watching myself from above slowly reaching in, gently pulling open the front pocket, and with two fingers carefully retrieving my phone before dropping everything else back in with splash. I booked it out of there fast and met with my friend who was tired of waiting and confused. i told her we needed to leave immediately but wouldnt tell her why. For some reason in my paranoid mind i just completed a covert operation to retrieve my phone and thought that someone was going to find my I.D and a group of people were going to come after me for leaving my stuff in the toilet. We got to the bus stop and I finally told her what happened and she laughed at me all the way to my place. Yeah, Im pretty sure it wasnt just weed i had that day... ive never experienced paranoia like that since.
The lab tech was stunned if I were that lab tech I’d be amazed and impressed
Me too
15:00 damn
Better than watching TV! You couldn't possibly make this shit up. Pun intended. Nothing humbles you more than having your own body turn on you. LOL
So today me and some friends took a road trip out of state to buy stuff unavailable in my state and on the way back my friend drove my car and I needed to piss when we got to the store but due to covid they weren’t letting the public use their bathrooms. And the entire way back we stop at 5 places with no bathrooms so eventually I had to just piss in the woods off a backroad.
You had the patience for 4 additional stops after the first no? Dang.. i live in an area with a major homeless problem, and it's really hard to find restrooms open so I've learned to carry large fluid containers in my car.. had many close calls
That sounds like an average day to me.
dude I'm waiting for someone to post a story about getting arrested for accidentally peeing in front of a 5 year old because no bathrooms were open
@@acapybara3032 um I may be your person
I once peed blood. I am male. I got surgery a couple days later and got my gallbladder removed.
*pisses blood*
"no, no I don't think this is right"
I juul on kazoos Yeah, basically lol.
Glad you are okay. My pawpaw peed blood but he was dying from stage 4 brain and lung cancer so it was different. Really sad.
@@rebekahsearcy8986 im so sorry that happened
I was at Barnes and Noble and I had diarrhea so I clogged a toilet due to my repeated crapping!
I've told this story before but I think it Bears repeating
I was sitting on my couch minding my own business when all of a sudden I shat myself. No warning signs or anything just a turd in my pants instantly. I run to the shower take off my pants some of the turd falls in the shower and then I proceeded to crap a giant log in the shower because I didn't realize that I'd only crap the tiny beginning part. Then I thought oh I can just use the shower and rinse the s*** down the drain but that didn't work and it clogged it up. Then I thought I will try to break it up with my feet which didn't go to well and now there is brown water flowing around my feet with chunks of turd floating in it. The water was extremely warm and you know what happens to a shower when you have it on so that means that the smell became super unbearable and I gagged multiple times. The water was high enough that it went up about above the tops of my feet and I had to bend over and with my hand scoop as much poo out of the drain as I could and plop it in the toilet. Then I proceeded to wash my hands and feet like eight or nine times using soap and I proceeded to rub the soap all over the shower floor
I'd had laperoscopic stomach surgery and one of incisions was taking forever to heal. We're talking half a year with a hole in my side. Toward the end of this time, I went to remove the packing and a river of pus and, stuff, came out.
I hadn't been packing it properly and a pool of absolute evil had been building up. There were colors and textures never seen before, smells and sounds. It was all I could do to not pass out from the shock. No bueno!
Did you go to the hospital? How are you now?
@@RB01.10 I was in a bit of shock, but at least it wasn't painful. Just cleaned up, rebandaged extra carefully, and proceeded to apply copious amounts of brain bleach to the memory.
@@AshesAshes44 Oh man, this brings back memories for me.
A few years ago, I had to get my colon removed because I had developed Ulcerative Colitis and became very very sick (puking a lot, nausea, bloody diarrhea and intense abdominal pain). Most sick I ever was in my life. Wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
Both surgeries were done laparoscopically though on the 2nd one they had to make an extra incision in my groin area to make my rectum fully connect with my small intestine.
Once I dreamed my me in the toilet and I peed my bed. I woke up when I realized I owed but my tired brain said to just finish it. My mum looked at me disappointedly.
I’ve been there.
I’ve dreamt a few times that I had to poop, and I ended up waking up having to poop, but thankfully I’ve made it to the toilet each time (I no longer have a colon due to Ulcerative Colitis, just the small intestine and rectum).
It’s like a subconscious thought.
The sock idea is not too bad
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If I was a dude who pooped myself on the way to my crush's houseand I had already spent enough time in the bathroom to seem suspicious, I would just get in that shower rental myself off rinse my clothes off and make up some excuse when I got out.anything's better than smelling like crap and having crap all over you
I was going down on my ex girlfriend once. She was super wet and i thought, 'hey I must be rocking her world'. Go up to kiss her and she busts out laughing. Menstrual fluid all up in my beard and mouth.
Yeah I've been to Sweetwater
My mom a friend come over once we had this white set cushion on this chair she was sitting in and when she left there was blood on the chair needless to say we threw it out
10:59 is easily the worst out of the stories I heard in here, I would probably just faint if it happened to me tho.
Narrator: I always like to sample the local cuisine
Me: I can see where this is going >_
Funny for me. I had a gi bug and massive gas and runs so afraid to let the gas out. Well had to let it rip but had to hold it since the throne was in use. That's the set up. Now when free I ran drop my pants and the best acoustics for I shit you not 5 min of nothing but braking wind in the can and one belt size smaller. Ah mustard gas has no furry as to deep gi gas
Horror stories. How embarrassing
7:00 poor soul
There is NEVER EVER a good reason to ride backdoor!!!!! Friggin disgusting
For me it would have to be getting diarrhea!! In public. It will happen to ne if I’m coming out from a very low blood sugar.
15:00 -15:09 im dying
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A girl puked pink in my grade five class. No joke, her puke was pink.
A girl puked in my 2nd Grade class, though it was mostly clear. But the puke was all over the desks since we had our desks in certain groups.
how in the world does this already have 2 dislikes??? like who the hell subscribes just to dislike their videos?? that’s petty as hell and you know it! stop it. get some help
P.S. i love watching your videos, they make me so happy and make me feel like a better person compared to some in the stories
I watch this for entertainment too but I can see why people dislike it. I mean it’s really no effort to make one of these videos and there’s so many channels who do it..
Last 1. Ovulation
One time my rich friend invited me on vacation to great Wolf lodge and so I went. Now I’m a pretty nervous and anxiety filled person like the smallest things make my stomach hurt and I start sweating so essentially we were gonna take pictures in the lodge and all the sudden I get hit with worst stomach pain,I say to myself “it’s just us being nervous” then a second I finish that sentence BAM! crap ( Litteraly) i scurry run to the bathroom not trying to make it so obvious I stayed there freaking out for at least 9 minutes then I felt so terrible I stayed in my bed the ready of the stay.and I never went back to rich friends house ever again
Edit:I can’t grammar my apologies.
I pissed myself at recess because my friend was running at me creepy and my other friend was holding me It wasn’t that visible and only my friends know about it... I was in 6th grade
Thank God the first 2 comments haven't said "first"
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Ok lets fight, where you live?
@@johnmccrossan9376 :3
I wait until someone else likes it first so no one can tell 😂💜
@@sarasmr4278 youre welcome
Hi how are u doing? Oh me? Just spamming 7:02