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<p>Shit happens - and here's an awful lot</p>
by Ronjay Eduvas | Apr 29, 2011
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I use my car every day to work. One Monday morning, I decided to commute and took the MRT at Shaw station. While approaching Boni, my stomach started grumbling. I wanted to go down to relieve myself but I was running late for work. Reaching Guadalupe station, I just couldn’t hold it any longer. I blew my load in my boxers! The damn shit was all in my pants! When I got off at Magallanes station, I ran as fast as I could before everyone noticed, but my stinking turd started dripping down my pants as I was walking. The dribbles of shit were following me everywhere—it was really embarrassing. I quickly ran to the CR to clean myself. Then I heard a guy screaming, “Hoy, p**-ina mo! Nagkalat ka pa dun sa platform. Natapakan ko pa!” I’m never going to ride the MRT again.
Jon, by email

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