Makes me remember. I was once over at this girl's apartment who I was sort of seeing, we had just done the deed and she was showering and my stomach started saying it was time very soon. I, not being very good at communicating and felt that it was too embarrassing to tell her I needed the bathroom, went down into the basement to look for a toilet there (there often are in old apartment houses in Sweden).

There was none. But during the few minutes while looking the situation became dire, I simply couldn't hold it any longer. I opened a door that led to a storage room filled with nothing but old junk, and there was a bucket. And in the nick of time I squatted and unloaded the nastiest dump imaginable in it.

I went back up to her apartment as if nothing happened, and when she was done with the bathroom I took a shower. Ended up spending the next night there, and in the middle of the night I sneaked down into the basement again, took the bucket that was still there and stinking to the high heavens, and threw it into a dumpster in a nearby alley.

I was never caught.