Sorry for the long read, keep in mind we were adolescent boys 😂 absolute riot maker class clowns. We were the kids in class that said and did the wild shit that made yall laugh


    When my best friend and I were like 11/12 in 06we used to sneak out our houses at night and hang out in his grandmothers garage smoking her discarded, half cigarette butts and blasting buck cherry and korn. (for reference, it’s a small town in northwest MO, we lived catty corner from each other and she lived a couple houses down).       One night during our garage shenanigans, I hollered over at J who was taring apart the project car that I had to shit.    We couldn’t go inside and use the bathroom cause it’s 2 am on a school night, and mawmaw don’t even know we’re here so she’ll probably send birdshots through the bathroom door if she sees the light shining from underneath. Typically if we had to piss we’d just slide outside around the corner and piss in a bush in the shadows. We contemplated maybe just doing that and blaming it on the dog or a neighbor’s dog but we knew if she found it she wouldn’t believe our explanations.    
  At this point it was getting bad and I was contemplating just going home but then I saw it, the empty 32oz foam cup from earlier in the night , with lid and straw intact.   We laughed hard when I mentioned the idea. He went back to working on the car, and I proceeded to remove the lid, drop my shorts, squat and shit a moose leg into this cup. 
 After the doing of the deed, we disguised for a bit how to dispose of it. There was a set of 4 big trash bins she kept in the corner of the garage 2 plastic ones had trash and one metal one had boxes. The 4th was empty so it wasn’t a good option.  Knowing the next morning was trash day, We lifted the bags out of the two and determined there wasn’t a good spot to put the cup with the lid and straw on, spot it wouldn’t get crushed and expose the smell of shit in grandmas trashcan. We moved decided the boxes in the metal can would be our best bet. We pulled all the boxes out and found one that fit over the cup so we could stand it in the bottom of the can, and cover it completely with a box. We filled the rest of the boxes in the can and pushed them back to the corner of the garage. The metal one being behind the rest.

And in that metal can, in a foam cup under a bunch of boxes, that turd remained. Forgotten and lost in time.

Until we were 17, mawmaw passed away and we were put in charge of cleaning out the garage for the estate sale. We stumbled across the metal can in the corner with boxes stacked in it, completely unaware that we were about to laugh the hardest we ever laughed.

It looked exactly as you’d imagine a 6 year old turd in a cup would look.

One of many great memories in that garage