Sitting on the throne, but tightly coiled while in the grip of sweaty, white-knuckled intestinal distress.
Judd: How was your weekend?
Dirk: Oh dude, you don't wanna know. I went to a stag Friday night and I think the sausage in the sausage and peppers wasn't cooked all the way through. Spent most of the rest of the weekend in the fecal position.
Judd: You're right, I didn't want to know.