This is, without a doubt, the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me:
When I was 18 I was living in Berlin and western Europe just happened to be having one of the hottest summers on record. It was an absolutely gorgeous day so I decided I would take a book and a blanket to Tiergarten (Berlin's central/main park). Now I must mention that I was living there without a job and because money was tight I didn't own a subway pass. So it was about a half hour walk through some pretty heavy Turkish neighborhoods to get to Tiergarten. On my way I decided to stop at a grocery store and pick up some beer. The grocery store had signs near the entrance of specials they were having that day and, because it was so hot, ice cream bars were all on special. So I bought some beer and ice cream and proceeded on my way to the park. I got to the park, settled on a nice place in the sun and began to read my book while drinking my beer and eating ice cream. After about 45 minutes, I had finished my ice cream and I had drank about 4 beers. Soon i notice that I'm farting the most rancid smelling farts. I dont think much of it and continue to read. But the rancid and ungodly smelling farts persist. Still i think nothing of it. I start to feel a really big fart coming. I go to let it out and instantly realize it isn't a fart but explosive diarea. The beer and ice cream had ample time to churn together in my stomach to create this explosive diarea (yes, I know now not to ever mix alcohol and dairy). I am nowhere near a bathroom, not even close. I quickly pack my things up into my bag as I feel I probably only have a minute to find some place to release my bowels. I start awkwardly running towards a forested area of the park with my butt cheeks clinched together. Just as I enter into the trees and am about to rip my pants down to shit, i notice some british guy like 10 feet away from me taking a piss and holding up a beer: "hey mate, beautiful day isn't it?". I curse his existence and get myself back on the path to find another spot to shit. At this point i can feel leakage. I've lost the battle. Im standing in the middle of the path while joggers and cyclists go by me. They have no idea I'm just standing there letting diarea pour out of my asshole and into my boxers. I stand there a moment, completely in disbelief of my situation. What the fuck am i going to do, i ask myself. I can start to feel it running down the backs on my legs, getting closer to my socks. I walk straight into a wooded area. I can still see people jogging but I dont give a fuck. I pull my pants and underwear down. The damage is so bad that my balls are completely soaked in diarea. My ass and the inside of my legs are completely covered. I take my shoes and socks off, take my pooped soaked pants and boxers off, take my blanket out of my bag, fashion it into a kind of skirt around my waste, take my belt out my pants and tie it snugly around the skirt/blanket, put my shoes back on and proceed to walk back home through the Turkish neighborhoods with this fucking skirt on. I got some really weird looks from people and, if anyone would inspected me more carefully, they have seen dried poop down the sides of my legs. After only about 5 minutes of walking though, my asshole started to burn from the chaffing and the insane heat from the sun. By the time I was about a block away from my apartment I could barely walk because my asshole was torn apart by chaffing. Luckily my roommate wasn't home. I got inside my apartment and went straight to the bath tub, turned it, spread my ass cheeks and let the warm water bidet my asshole. Remember the scene from The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo when she gets in the shower and blood pours out of her asshole? Ya, it was like that. I spent the next 3 days in bed, applying cream to my asshole every hour.