Farting forcefully with tremendous gusto and lashings of self confidence only to follow through with an unexpected aqueous emission.
"Have you got a spare pair of shorts I could borrow...only I think I drew mud with that one"
When one is in a "touching cloth" situation,there is no alternative but to "park one's lunch" ie: go for a shit.
"I'm off to the bogs to park my lunch!"
When one binds ones "cheese" in fabric,thus leaving the woven imprint upon the "ripe old cheshire"!
"i'm touching cloth, you'd better cut yourself a slice off this...go on...there's plenty."