My nephew Kev is in the Army. One day, he and a buddy went to Taco Bell after their shift. The buddy was feeling a little gassy and decided to let loose. He wanted to “make some room” for dinner.

So the buddy released a little pressure and sat down to eat. No big deal right? They’re young. They’re guys. Whatever.

But a couple minutes later, he felt the pressure build up again. He warned Kev, “Shit man, here comes another one. Brace yourself.” That’s when it happened.

His eyes bulged out like he was Jennifer Wilbanks. He was in shock. The dude stood straight up and took a slow-jog toward the Taco Bell latrine.

Is it obvious what happened? Kev knew right away. Then again, he was there and could smell it. The dude shit his pants.

He came back to the table several minutes later and they took off. Turns out, he threw his shitty drawers away in the bathroom.

It’s kind of like serving your country in a foreign land. You finally make it back home, and you never mention the horrible things you saw out there on the battlefield. But if you do ever talk about it with your favorite uncle, watch out - ’cause Uncle JJ’s got a blog.

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