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The Mariners hat was a nice touch.Was in DIA in 06 waiting to fly back from leave to SEA returning to base from my leave. Had 1 day sober after 5 straight days of basically blackout drinking while at home. I needed to wait out a 90min layover there, so to try and keep myself awake I grabbed a large coffee. Now this was probably the 1st or 2nd coffee I had had in the previous decade, and I got Cope Snuff in my upper lip that I have been gutting since I didn’t spit my chew spit back then. I proceeded to run into the bathroom, cutting ahead of about a dozen in line, bang on the first stall door screaming for the dude to hurry. Get in there, somehow sit down without shitting myself or the seat/wall behind me, and unleash the LOUDEST, and raunchy smelling gassy shit you could imagine. It went on for at least 5 minutes, just a symphony of gassy shits. I finally end with a crescendo of about a minute and a half of just pure farting. I’m still profusely sweating, and due to being drunk and 25, not caring about what I had just done, so I walk out of the stall like nothing happened. Get to the sink, take my Mariners hat off and proceed to wash my hands. One of the guys next to me asked if I was alright, and I, bloodshot eyes & sweaty as hell, responded it was a fine Navy weekend. Then I just walked away.
Probably a terrible experience leading up, but I bet the relief you got out of that was 10/10