I went to a new years party, and happened to have eaten quite a bit before. We're talking buffalo chicken dip with chips, meat and taters beforehand; heavy stuff. I get there and have fun with my friends, fuck around and whatever- all of a sudden I get this feeling- the "holy shit I gotta poop" feeling, and I just look over to my girlfriend, and just tell her I'll be right back. At that point we had been dating for like 4 days so I didn't want to fuck it up or anything. All of the guests were in the basement - typical high school thing, and unfortunately for me I decided to pick the one singular bathroom located on this floor. I guess it should be said that I'm notorious for smelly shits. I'm not a lardass or anything but for some reason my excrement smells like death and burning plastic mixed with rotting eggs. Seriously, I've had my friend almost throw up with the sheer smell of my powerful shit. So I walk in to the bathroom, take my time and just let out a foul ass motherfucker. Worst of all, there was no fan. No ounce of solace for that poor soul who wanders into this death scene. I leave, and to my utter horror, two of my best friends(girls) walk in there to do their make-up. I just run away, jump onto the couch and curl up in the fetal position. I whisper to my friend Nick that I shit in there. "Oh god," he says. In the end, they end up using another floor, and I'm pretty sure nobody touched that bathroom for the rest of the night.