drinkwhisky

A shit story:

This drunken cokehead at the bar tells a story...

No, it's not me...

He's at this mall that has four floors. Escalators go up, while stairs are the only way to go down. He's at a tobbacco shop on the third floor. The smell of aging cigars and pipe tobbacco fill the air. He's got gas...probably from drinking. So in the already heady atmosphere, he feels no remorse for letting one slip...he farts. Actually, he sharts. So there he is, with that delightfully squishy feeling in his pants, unsure of where the restroom is. He walks down three flights of stairs, the contents of his underwear sloshing around; he assumes that there is a bathroom on the ground floor. He's wrong. It's on the fourth floor. He rides the escalator to the top and goes into the restroom and enters a stall. He does whatever it is that's necessary to clean up, pulls up his pants for a moment, and leaves the stall with his shitty underwear. Next to the sinks are an unsuspecting man and his boy. The drunk throws his underwear into a trash can near them and returns to the stall to finish whatever it is he must finish.

The boy asks his father, "What is that man doing?"

"Son, he crapped his pants."