One time me and one of my brothers were driving back from an Ole Miss/LSU game and we were in the middle of nowhere and he started panicking. He had to find a toilet or he was going to crap his pants in the car. So I get off the next exit and there is nothing there, but we see a construction site with a portajohn. So he screams for me to pull over. It's pitch dark btw. So he runs in there and apparently didn't sit down (he's a germaphobe) and just blasted. Well apparently in his haste he didn't realize that the seat was down and so it blasted back all over him..and there is no TP. I get a call and he explains the situation and we figured the only way for him to not ride back the remaining three hours naked was for me to go give him my boxers. So yeah, he rode back the rest of the way in nothing but my boxers. He left the heaped remains of his soiled clothes in there. What an unpleasant surprise for some poor construction worker to find the next Monday.