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Got this from another forum that I am on.Its a cracker.


I went to Bunnings recently while not being altogether sure that course of action was a wise one. You
see, the previous evening I had prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're
definitely going to s**t yourself' road-kill chilli. Tasty stuff, albeit hot to the point of being painful, which
comes with a written guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt cheeks WILL
fall off.
Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups of coffee (and all of you know
what I mean) nothing happened. No 'Watson's Movement 2'. Despite habanera peppers swimming their
way through my intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony referred to by my
dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'.
Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just when, I bravely set off for Bunnings,
my quest being paint and supplies to refinish the den. Upon entering the store at first all seemed
normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was
at the opposite end of the store from the restrooms that the pain hit me.
Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm referring to that 'Uh, Oh, S**t, gotta
go' pain that always seems to hit us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The
habaneras in the chilli from the night before were staging a revolt. In a mad rush for freedom they
bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing their way into the large intestines, and before I
could take one step in the direction of the restrooms which would bring sweet relief, it happened. The
peppers fired a warning shot.
There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly enveloped in a noxious cloud the likes of
which has never before been recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor might
escape me. Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave the lower part of my body, and I began
to move up the aisle and out of it, just as a red aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I needed
any help.
I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his reaction would be to the malodorous
effluvium that refused to dissipate. Have you ever been torn in two different directions emotionally?
Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will be able to relate.
I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and
apparently indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before gathering his senses and
running, was to stand there blinking and waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off
angry bees. This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh. .......BIG mistake!!!!!
Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped down', if you know what I mean.
With each new guffaw an explosive issue burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and
echoing that I was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that someone was robbing
the store and firing off a shotgun. Suddenly things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off
through the store towards the restrooms, laying down a cloud the whole way, praying that I'd make it
before the grand mal assplosion took place.
Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the toilet, began the inevitable 'Oh my God',
floating above the toilet seat because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in
while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and Awe'. He made a gagging sound,
and disgustedly said, Son-of-a-bitch!, did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left.
Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled cart intending to carry on with my
shopping when a store employee approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store. The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two which ought to take care of the problem.'
My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his shirt up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted, 'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too kindly not to return. Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to eat but leftover chilli, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I went to shop at Lowes. I can't say anymore about that because we are in court over the whole matter.
The Pricks claim they're going to have to repaint the store.
 
That is excellent! LOL!!!!

HOWEVER, about 4 months ago that really did happen to me in Hervey Bay. Went to the Thai restaurant that night, had extra hot chilli laden everything, soup/mains etc. The soup was so hot my mouth was burning, I was sweating everywhere, and couldn't really talk properley. My 2 workmates with me are big chilli heads, and me having consumed quite a few beers before we went to the Thai place thought, yeah, give me extra hot everything, I can take it.

I survived that night, BUT, the next morning had a 7.30am appt with one of our clients. My 2 workmates had left me as they were continuing on to Gladstone. I'm sitting talking to our client in his clinic, and then it hit me. The gut churning, butt clenching began and it was an important meeting so I had to continue. He was talking looking straight at me, I started sweating and didn't really hear much of what he was saying as I was trying so hard not to backfire and erupt all over his floor. My eyes were going all Marty Feldman like, looking in different directions everywhere, it was absolutely agonising. I was 3 secs from running from the room when he said ok, I'll let you know how things go etc etc, meeting over.

Saying my goodbyes quickly I jumped in the car, took off driving down the road to the toilet block along the Esplanade, that time of the morning all free, no one around, waddled in clenched tighter than who knows what, locked the door and just made it. The burning was intense and I felt like crap, cursing my workmates all the while. I eventually got out of there, and even though I had a few more appts that day in Maryborough and Gympie, I just bypassed them and drove straight back to Brisbane and home. I rang my mates and said don't you bastards ever do that to me again, they were pissing themselves of course.

It was the closest call I've ever had of that type, never ever want to do that again. :pissedoff:
 
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