We received a hot…well maybe we should call it “warm”…tip from one of our readers that witnessed a grown man crapping his pants at a bar, as in, in public, as in, running down his leg while he tried to casually walk over to the john. Too bad the men’s room doesn’t usually have those pull down changing tables.
I was at Double D’s Lounge on Brentwood saturday. A dude in his twenties proceeded to poop his pants, leaving a trail of doody into the men’s restroom. I heard he was nice enough to leave his poopy drawers in the bathroom. I saw him standing outside with poop on his leg.
I know no one likes to pop a squat in a public place, but maybe this may not have been a “I’ll hold it until we get home” type situation looking back on it. If only we had a photo of the _poop_etrator so that people could say “I know that dude!”. Wait, what’s this? Mr. Blockquote has something to say!