When Amazon gives you little nuggets

"Chariotoflove" (chariotoflove)
05/01/2020 at 19:33 • Filed to: Did I click into reddit by mistake?

Searching for bath towels. Sometimes the customer question and answer sections have some very useful information.

DISCUSSION (20)

koawaft1 > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 19:57

Nice. Whenever I need a little pick me up, I read the reviews of the sugar free gummy bears.

Chariotoflove > koawaft1
05/01/2020 at 19:58

Now I need to go check that.

SBA Thanks You For All The Fish > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 20:01

My towels are orthodox, but not observant. It’s important to know the difference.

Chariotoflove > SBA Thanks You For All The Fish
05/01/2020 at 20:06

Sounds kosher to me.

ranwhenparked > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 20:17

E h, just get them high, they’ll have no idea what’s going on.

pip bip - choose Corrour > koawaft1
05/01/2020 at 20:22

do share

NojustNo > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 20:28

Oh man..... https://www.reddit.com/r/BoneAppleTea/

koawaft1 > pip bip - choose Corrour
05/01/2020 at 20:31

Here is a selection from 2018 Nicole writes....

Diarrhea while driving

One of our beloved physicians brought a bag of gummy bears to work to share with the staff one night shift. Not realizing they were the famous dreaded sugar free gummies multiple staff throughout the shift grabbed a handful of gummies while passing by and each have their own near miss stories but this is mine...

The next morning I have to run an errand about and hour and a half from my house. On the drive home down a curvy back country road my stomach suddenly begins to cramp and I feel the immediate urge to empty my bowels. Frantic, as I realize Im not going to make it home I start searching for a place to pull over. The end of a gated logging road perhaps? Im speeding along, arching my back, practicing lamas breathing techniques, anything to stall the inevitable. I pass the first turnoff that has a sheriffs car parked at the end and keep searching with sweat pouring down my forehead and bubbling noises in my guts that drown out the heavy metal on the stereo. Finally! I spot the end of a brushy trail and whip my truck sideways, thrusting the drivers side door open and leaping from the seat to scurry around to the other side. I turn around with fingers in waste band about to drop trow and look up to my horror realizing it is indeed the end of a driveway and the folks outside are staring down toward me probably wondering what this crazed individual is about to do. For several moments I seriously considered just completing the task and running away but couldnt imagine my parents seeing the cell phone video of myself on social media later in the day. I scurried back around the truck and halfway there my ability to hold back the hot lava flow of liquid stool from making a hastey exit out of my spasming rectum was lost and I crapped my pants right there on the side of the road standing next to my truck. My bowels cramped up and expelled every drop of liquid from my body. At that point Im now standing there with leggings full of hot liquid stool running into my shoes and debating on what the next best course of action should be. Of course I have no extra clothes or any towels in my truck. What do I do? Do I call someone? Do I drive home the remaining 20 minutes? After a few moments of self reflection I decided to strip off my shirts and lay them on the seat of my truck and get inside. It was a rather uncomfortable drive home with the windows all down and skin burning on the backs of my legs and buttocks. It was one of the longest 20 minute periods of time Ive ever experienced in my entire life. I alternated between crying and laughing at the situation and checking the speedometer like a paranoid drunk thinking I cant possibly get pulled over right now because what would I say? Yes officer, I crapped my pants. Thats what that smell is. Tears streaming down my face. I finally arrive home, screeching to a hault in the driveway in front of the open automatic garage door I triggered as I was drifting the curve onto my road. Holding the bottoms of my pant legs closed tight I awkwardly stagger into my house and immediatly into the shower fully clothed.

Fast forward 3 weeks and Im at work hearing about the other incidents and the light bulb clicks on......

35 years old and I had to reset the clock for the “how long since you’ve last crapped your pants” countdown....

Thanks Dr Hanson

Lesson learned.......make sure the gummy bears are not the sugar free version

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ITA97, now with more Jag @ opposite-lock.com > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 20:32

Oh man, there are some amazing ones. Str ong laxative equals amazing reviews of adults shitting themselves.

Rusty Vandura - www.tinyurl.com/keepoppo > Chariotoflove
05/01/2020 at 20:37

Or Catholic. A student once asked me, “Are you Catholic or Christian ?” I asked in return, “So are Catholics not Christian?” *deer in the headlights look*

Chariotoflove > ranwhenparked
05/01/2020 at 20:40

Kinja'd!!!