Incommodious Em Bare Ass Sing Accident

While out and about an unexpected over bare ring bout to defecate arose, where sphincter asserted clout and would excrete despite without doubt... if closing distance (to reach rental abode) beaten out by loosening sphincter muscle transmitting excretory code set sights on prowl for outlawed, secluded, and wooded make shift commode and essentially for naught negating toddler toilet training, sans getting potty trained undone via my tushy ready to explode and blast immense solid waste byproduct (oh...close to the size of Rhode Island) thus a marathon race against time found immediate readiness to pull off roadside to access make shift water closet generating image firmly in pooping mode grabbing hold of a tree trunk (a mini rocky horror picture show, - this analogy included for no particular reason other than as a non-sequitur) and also to convey, how I tried to allay distractions while painful contractions flowed (perhaps approximating woman on verge of giving birth) but...no matter, aye could envision, an ever increasing heavy m*****f****** load hence approaching Highland Manor Apartments this chap abandoned prior simultaneous evacuation plan starkly aware probability for secluded spot sunk (nonetheless, thy darting darting anguish, futile lizard like lookout, a geico Gekko whose cheeks did blush even for a measly Georgian bush quickened nsync with rectal spasms visual scouting industrialized where backhoes didst crush once a time sacred happy hunting grounds of native Americans, now royally flush with newly built vinyl city re: urban sprawl a gush, where cookie cutter houses long since bringing hush puppies muzzled, yet never the less and mush a doo doo about nothing) except sprint ting to the verizon with a void push immortalizing indigenous tribes ghosts rush peopling infrastructure affixing urbanization with lamb basted, and sigh lance warrior whoosh!