Auditory Laxative

I can't tell you how thrilled I am to be contributing. To this blog's venerable founder, thank you for inspiring numerous people like myself to bravely approach, examine and discuss our poo.

Tonight, I was watching this Liam Kyle Sullivan video where a couple is seeing a sex therapist, and it was sort of funny, but then, towards the end, the couple starts listening to a CD of erotic stories read by a voice with a terrible Asian accent. I started laughing really hard. So hard that I was literally on the floor, holding my stomach, and trying to catch my breath. And I definitely almost crapped my pants.

It would have been really bad if I had, because I'm wearing boxers. You see, briefs have a sort of tightness, like a poor man's diaper, so a small amount of loose stool would hopefully have been safely housed within them. Boxers, however, just kind of hang, with no tightness; loose stool would not have been confined to my underpants, and would have instead quite possibly gotten my pants shitty all the way down the leg.

Fortunately, I did not crap my pants, and neither of these things happened. The last time I crapped my pants was probably when I was eight or nine, and I was playing Bingo with my sister Alison in the basement. She started calling out the numbers in, again, an Asian accent (something about racism targeting Asians really seems to tickle my funny bone, to poo-ejecting extremes), which caused me to laugh so hard that a little poo nugget escaped my bum, and tumbled down my pantleg and out onto the floor before I was able to race up the stairs to the toilet.
Come to think of it, I was wearing briefs. Oh shit. This completely negates my Poor Man's Diaper theory.

The aforementioned video is below. The part that made me almost poop myself begins at about 6:40.