Really nothing above a sharting that resulted in an extended visit to the men's room to wash the under-drawers. The car - that's a WHOLE nuther load of shitting myself. You wanted the one where I had to pull behind a building and totally drop trow, skivvies and socks - then went back next day because I was feeling bad and they were froze to the ground. What a debacle. Thank god for plastic bags for driving home on.Just for that you have to tell a " accidentally shit myself at work " story .