My story takes place at the beach when Li'l Bandit was about 4 or 5. I had the bubble-guts for the whole drive to the beach. I could feel pressure building in my bowels as I was looking for a parking space, and once I got out of the car I decided to quietly let one rip. As I did so, I could feel hot wetness in between my cheeks, and tried to get to the bathroom as fast as I could while trying to bend my legs as little as possible. I got to a stall and assessed the damage: One pair of light-grey boxer-briefs stained. There's no way I was keeping those, but I didn't want anyone to see me throwing them away either. As my colon unleashed it's volcanic fury on the stainless steel toilet below, I hatched a plan: I would just flush the underwear down the toilet. Most public toilets have the power to suck down new-born infants, after all. Unfortunately that wasn't the case with this toilet, and the shorts got lodged in the exit. I tried flushing again, hoping that the weight of the water building up would push them through. It didn't. Instead, it overflowed, sending shitty water running over the edge of the bowl. Li'l Bandit and I beat a hasty retreat after that. FOCUS: Shart stories. We had a shart-stories thread on the old board back in about '06, and I figured that we should try it again. I know there are a lot of good stories here, like effinshenanigans tale of sharting himself in the sixth grade to the time that one guy sharted on a hot date and tried unsuccessfully to hide it. Have at it idiots.