>>937560504
As I walked up to home plate during a little league game in 1975, I shit my pants. A full load of wet diarrhea soaked through my white leggings. I hit a single, then stole 2nd base. The 2nd baseman vomited on me as I slid into the bag. Then, as I rounded 3rd on the next batter’s double, the 3rd baseman puked on the baseline. Finally, as my teammates celebrated with me after I safely scored the winning run, they lifted me up over their heads, and diarrhea juice and vomit chunks rained down on home plate. The umpire projectile vomited all the way back to his Volkswagen.