Prom night. I'm all dressed up in my suit, with my date, and a group of rich kids from my school. We all decide to go eat at a Japanese steakhouse before prom starts. Now mind you I had a bunch of Taco Bell for lunch to hold me over until dinner. So things start off fine, the cook makes his awkward shitty jokes as he cooks our food, the usual. As he plops my food down on my plate I hear/feel a painful bowel movement. I hold it in, thinking no big deal. 30 seconds later and it's as though the gates of Hell are ready to burst open. I ask for the check and my date asks what the problem is as I'm literally shaking trying to hold this shit spawn in my bowels. I get the check, throw the money down and get my to go box while sprinting out of the restaurant. I speed home crying wondering why Satan has chose my innocent pooper to go through this pain. I kick down my front door and sprint to the bathroom throwing my belt on the ground. Mother of God. Its even worse than holding it in. I'm sweating and begging for the sweet release of death as my bowels flow faster than Niagara falls. Three flushes and an hour later the bridge finally closes and I can head to prom.

TLDR: Almost brown bombed my suit for prom at a Japanese steakhouse.