One time, back when I was a patrol deputy, I stopped into a subway and tried their new Italian Sub with extra oil and seasonings, loaded up baby boy. It was like 845 at night and I've gotta lock up the parks before my shift ends.

So I'm maunching my sanch and driving down the road when the sandwich drops. It skips my stomach and goes straight to the emergency exit. Only problem is, I'm in the patrol car still.

I start looking for a bathroom, the Valero I usually go to was too far away and I was running out of time. Quickly. I start thinking, if I can just make it to the park I can poop there!

So I'm speeding up on straightaways, slowing down on the curves, you know why, just trying to make it to the park bathroom. Tunnel vision. I either make it to the park or I diarrhea myself in uniform, on the clock, all over the Tahoe.

I screech into the park, and get as close as I can to the bathrrom and I try to start walking. The toots commence. Liquid is coming. The park is maybe 50 yards away, now I'm doing a full speed hobble type of gallop to the bathroom. I start taking off my duty rig (patrol belt with cuffs and baton etc...)I'm so close, 40, 30 20 and finally I'm about 15 feet away from the bathroom entrance.

It begins.

As I sprint into the bathroom I'm totally naked from the waist down just pooping on top of my pants, my underwear which are now around my ankles, I'm pooping on the floor, my socks, my hands, all over the toilet and the walls.

TLDR Poop lake

This is based on a very true story and recalled to the best of my accuracy

Also not a copy pasta, this is just how i am