I only ate 2 large Ballisto packs (18 ballisto bars) and 3 Twix packs (6 bars) today.
Now I am having the strongest stomach pains I ever had.

After the pills incident, didn't you learn not to eat much of anything?

Fluttershy said:
After the pills incident, didn't you learn not to eat much of anything?

I was thinking exactly the same thing.

The place: BMO Harris Bradley Center
The event: Bucks VS Spurs
The snack: Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears made by Haribo

I recently took my 4 year old son to his first NBA game. He was very excited to go to the game, and I was excited because we had fantastic seats. Row C center court to be exact. I've never sat that close before. I've never had to go DOWN stairs to get to my seats. 24 stairs to get to my seats to be exact.

His favorite candy is Skittles. Mine are anything gummy. I snuck in a bag of skittles for my son, and grabbed a handful of gummy bears for myself, to be later known as Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears, that I received for Christmas in bulk from my parents, and put them in a zip lock bag.

After the excitement of the 1st quarter has ended I take my son out to get him a bottled water and myself a beer. We return to our seats to enjoy our candy and drinks.

..............fast forward until 1 minute before half time...........

I have begun to sweat a sweat that is only meant for a man on mile 19 of a marathon. I have kicked out my legs out so straight that I am violently pushing the gentleman wearing a suit seat in front of me forward. He is not happy, I do not care. My hands are on the side of my seat not unlike that of a gymnast on a pommel horse, lifting me off my chair. My son is oblivious to what is happening next to him, after all, there is a mascot running around somewhere and he is eating candy.

I realize that at some point in the very near to immediate future I am going to have to allow this lava from Satan to forcefully expel itself from my innards. I also realize that I have to walk up 24 stairs just to get to level ground in hopes to make it to the bathroom. I’ll just have to sit here stiff as a board for a few moments waiting for the pain to subside. About 30 seconds later there is a slight calm in the storm of the violent hurricane that is going on in my lower intestine. I muster the courage to gently relax every muscle in my lower half and stand up. My son stands up next to me and we start to ascend up the stairs. I take a very careful and calculated step up the first stair. Then a very loud horn sounds. Halftime. Great. It’s going to be crowded. The horn also seems to have awaken the Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears that are having a mosh pit in my stomach. It literally felt like an avalanche went down my stomach and I again have to tighten every muscle and stand straight up and focus all my energy on my poor sphincter to tighten up and perform like it has never performed before. Taking another step would be the worst idea possible, the flood gates would open. Don’t worry, Daddy has a plan. I some how mumble the question, “want to play a game?” to my son, he of course says “yes”. My idea is to hop on both feet allllll the way up the stairs, using the center railing to propel me up each stair. My son is always up for a good hopping game, so he complies and joins in on the “fun”. Some old lady 4 steps up thinks its cute that we are doing this, obviously she wasn’t looking at the panic on my face. 3 rows behind her a man about the same age as me, who must have had similar situations, notices the fear/panic/desperation on my face understands the danger that I along with my pants and anyone within a 5 yard radius spray zone are in. He just mouths the words “good luck man” to me and I press on. Half way up and there is no leakage, but my legs are getting tired and my sphincter has never endured this amount of pressure for this long of time. 16 steps/hops later…….4 steps to go…….My son trips and falls on the stairs, I have two options: keep going knowing he will catch up or bend down to pick him up relieving my sphincter of all the pressure and commotion while ruining the day of roughly the 50 people that are now watching a grown man hop up stairs while sweating profusely next to a 4 year old boy.

Luckily he gets right back up and we make it to the top of the stairs. Good, the hard part was over. Or so I thought. I managed to waddle like a penguin, or someone who is about to poop their pants in 2.5 seconds, to the men's room only to find that every stall is being used. EVERY STALL. It's halftime, of course everyone has to poop at that moment. I don't know if I can wait any longer, do I go ahead and fulfil the dream of every high school boy and poop in the urinal? What kind of an example would that set for my son? On the other hand, what kind of an example would it be for his father to fill his pants with a substance that probably will be unrecognizable to man. Suddenly a stall door opens, and I think I manage to actually levitate over to the stall. I my son follows me in, luckily it was the handicap stall so there was room for him to be out of the way. I get my pants off and start to sit. I know what taking a giant poo feels like. I also know what vomiting feels like. I can now successfully say that I know what it is like to vomit out my butt. I wasn't pooping, those Satan's Diarrhea Hate Bears did something to my insides that made my sphincter vomit our the madness.

I am now conscious of my surroundings. Other than the war that the bottom half of my body is currently having with this porcelain chair, it is quiet as a pin drop in the bathroom. The other men in there can sense that something isn't right, no one has heard anyone ever poop vomit before.

I can sense that the worst part is over. But its not stopping, nor can I physically stop it at this point, I am leaking..it's horrible. I call out "does anyone have a diaper?" hoping that some gentleman was changing a baby. Nothing. No one said a word. I know people are in there, I can see the toes of shoes pointed in my direction under the stall.. "DOES ANYONE HAVE A DIAPER!?!" I am screaming, my son is now crying, he thinks he is witnessing the death of his father. I can't even assure him that I will make it.

Not a word was said, but a diaper was thrown over the stall. I catch it, line my underwear with it, put my pants back on, and walk out of that bathroom like a champ. We go straight to our seats, grab out coats and go home. As we are walking out, the gentleman that wished me good luck earlier simply put his fist out, and I happily bumped it.

My son asks me, "Daddy, why are we leaving early?"
"Well son, I need to change my diaper"

Again? Really? Isn't this the second or third time?

>:/

Eat a bunch of fruit, which should work as a natural laxative. A cigarette will also work. And shit like you've never shat before.

Don't eat nuts. I made that mistake. Never again.

Send pictures.

jus hav a bier bro

try drinking coffee? usually that makes everything travel out of your digestive system with speed of light and that should ease your feeling

Peekaboo said:
The best laxatives in the world.

Amazon users says otherwise. My last comment was a real review from Haribo's Sugarfree Gummy Bears aka "Satan Bears".

Say goodbye to your toilet

ippiki_ookami said:
Eat a bunch of fruit, which should work as a natural laxative. A cigarette will also work. And shit like you've never shat before.

It's going to come out in one solid lump of chocolate.

JoeX said:
It's going to come out in one solid lump of chocolate.

well... fuck.

PREPARE YOUR ANUS

Patchi said:
PREPARE YOUR ANUS

Quite surprised no one said that before lol.

Der Traubenfuchs is like the poster child for regrettable life choices.

You're not dying, you just can't think of anything better to do.

Um... so it's been at least 24 hours with no follow up. Can you be hospitalized for indigestion?

Patchi said:
PREPARE YOUR ANUS

god what???

elad said:
Um... so it's been at least 24 hours with no follow up. Can you be hospitalized for indigestion?

No.

But you can be hospitalized for severe rectal trauma.

SirAntagonist said:
No.

But you can be hospitalized for severe rectal trauma.

NO I WON'T... I JUST WON'T...

dude... laxatives and then take a pic of your shat send to your family and friends

It was fine.
The pain went away after a nights rest.
No weird shit, rectal trauma or anything.

SirAntagonist said:
No.

But you can be hospitalized for severe rectal trauma.

It wouldn't be the first time he's done that.

Der_Traubenfuchs said:
It was fine.
The pain went away after a nights rest.
No weird shit, rectal trauma or anything.

Next time: e621 is not the place to seek help when you think you're dying. Unless you're going for one last fap, get your ass to a hospital, or don't do stupid shit like that again.

BudFisk said:
Next time: e621 is not the place to seek help when you think you're dying. Unless you're going for one last fap, get your ass to a hospital, or don't do stupid shit like that again.

You apparently do not know about Traubenfuchs.

NotMeNotYou said:
You apparently do not know about Traubenfuchs.

Right, dat cooking oil bath...

His stupidity is so funny

thatoneclarinetist said:
His stupidity is so funny

I hope your drown on your sugar.

Der_Traubenfuchs said:
I hope your drown on your sugar.

Win.