I've had plenty of sharts over my life, but yeah, I don't think I've ever unintentionally dropped a full-on dook once I passed the age of 4 or so. I don't know if it was an abject refusal to go anywhere near the cesspool that was a high school bathroom stall or what, but my body generally does a good idea of holding off on imminent go-time until there are facilities around. I can really sympathize with whoever mentioned stuff coming out of both ends, because the last thing on your mind when you're puking is sphincter control, but there's actually an easy solution to that provided you're at home: just sit on the john and grab the bathroom trash can (and pray it's not a ****ty wicker basket). That way, if the worst does happen, you're covered on both ends.
Also why are we talking about all of this.
