> 4th grade, had burritos from a greasy Mexican diner for dinner the night before >Sitting in class, feel rumbling in bowels similar in magnitude to that which the great Cthulhu will produce when it returns >Ask to go to the bathroom as the -blam!- begins to trickle out of my desperately clenched -blam!- >My teacher says no, turns mother-blam!- -blam!- face back to board >Start crying like the -blam!- 4th grader I was, -blam!- smell starting to spread in room >Kids around me start making faces, cry more >Decide I have no other choice, let loose the floodgates and feel sweet relief as the massive amounts of -blam!- evacuate my bowels >Get detention, all worth it when I see sad Mexican janitor cleaning -blam!- up after school (my class evacuated after it all spewed out)