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Febuary 13th, 2004:

Was a normal day like any other, Getting ready for Valentiens day, baking some cookies and whatnot. I had some cookie mix, and my sister warned me.... she warned me. But i didn't listen. I didn't heed her words of wisdom. I had too much cookie mix... but I didn't listen. I went to bed that night... not knowing the horror that would unfold tomorrow.

Febuary 14th, 2004. Valentines Day (7:20 AM- 8:55 AM):

I awoke that morning feeling normal as ever. Had my cinnamon toast crunch cereal for breakfast and watched Comedy Central in the morning. I went to school that day and felt a little queezy. But i ignored it as I thought it was just the heavy amount of acid in the orange juice. I thought it would pass and just went to art class...

Febuary 14th, 2004 Valentines Day (8:55 AM-9:45 AM):

I went to art class holding my stomache. The pain was unbearable. I told my friend that my stomache was killing me and he asked me if I was heavily crushing on some girl.... sometimes it does that to you. But i replied with a simple "No" and went in the corner to let it pass. I thought it was just a regular morning sickness or something. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. She said I could. I walked out of the room and began the long 100 yard dash for the bathroom. At first I walked.... but as my anticipation grew I began to walk faster, then jog, then finally to an all out run. At about 25 yds into it I began to feel the hole of my ass begin to spread and.... you guessed it. Diereah began to pour out as I ran. I was pooping while running. It was horrible. I was sh*tting myself as I made my trek for the bathroom. I thought i was done sh*tting myself when I got to the bathroom, pulled down my pants and they just fell down with dead weight. As I was wearing tighty whiteys and they fell with great speed, and my sh*t weighed them down. I began to let the dogs out as I sit there on the toilet for a full 20 minutes. Some kid walked in and sniffed and walked out with a disgustful "Ew". I used the toilet paper down to the end of the roll. And I didn't know how to flush the toilet. The paper just stacked up..... Poor janitor to clean that bathroom. All of the toilet papers and sh*t stains on them and whatnot. It was horrible. There was sh*t stains on my underwear.... and I had to walk around with them for a little longer. I was thinking to myself...."What deep sh*t have I gotten myself into now..."