I worked at a seafood restaurant back in 2005, I was the cook getting paid chicken feed. I was 19 at the time, fairly young and arrogant. We had this customer that would give me the hardest time during midnight every Saturday (one of the busier times of the week). Every week he would always complain about his Jumbo shrimp combo, saying it was cooked too hard or too light, etc. I would get yelled at and the customer would always get a second dinner on the house. So one Saturday I finally confronted him and made sure I knew how he wanted his food cooked EXACTLY, but he had the balls to say that it was too salty. And like every week I had to make him another dinner, but this time I added my own little recipe. I pissed in his shrimp batter.
I laughed every time I saw him after that for the next few weeks I had that job.

Bottom line, please never PISS off any one that's handling your food.

And now for the disgusting part of the story: I sold those Dungeons and Dragons books to Half Price Books a few days later.

Firts of all, rated M

I remember a date... a girl I visited who lived a two hour train-drive from me. I really needed to piss but I was too much enjoying the comfortable position I had finally managed to get myself into. Once I got to the station I had to grab the bus fast and before I knew it was at her place. I really needed to empty my bladder but she kissed me and dragged me to the couch. Ok... well, I can hold it up for a little while longer! And the urinary tract and balls are not really connected anyway, right? Safe to say is that at the end, my bladder couldn't hold and apart from the usual dicharge my bladder sprang and no condom can hold that back. I really didn't have the nerve to tell her but all she did was reply with: Wow, I've never been this wet before! I think she knew what happened but really didnt want to waste any words.

I'll start:

Years ago in college I got incredibly shit-faced one night. I don't remember how I made it home but I did make it home in one piece. The next morning, I wake up in the bathroom in front of my toilet with vomit all over the toilet and walls, my pants off, and shit all over the floor of the bathroom. What was really upsetting was that there was vomit/shit on some of my DnD books that I had been reading on the pot (including the $40 Epic Level Handbook).

What I'm thinking happened is that I stumbled home and was going to take a shower since taking a shower usually makes me feel better when drunk. Midway through getting undressed I decide I need to vomit so I make it to the toilet and must have passed out while vomiting or something. While passed out I must have also crapped and then rolled over a times and that's how it got everywhere.

So I spent the next few days cleaning and bleaching the Hell out of that bathroom making sure no poo was to be found. Luckily that was in the apartment where I had my own bathroom so I didn't have to share that embarrassment with the roommates.

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And now for the disgusting part of the story: I sold those Dungeons and Dragons books to Half Price Books a few days later.