When your driving to Atlanta and hit a guard rail after a deer ran passed you on the highway and upon impacting the guard rail, the deployment of the airbag causes you to shit your pants.
Damnit, that solstice fest official was really pinching my whiskers for being within 25 feet of the area that I’m not aloud to piggy back the festival and sell my art.
When you have to take a major dump after a meal, such as Taco Bell, but the time is not now, so you pretend as if there is an imaginary quarter up your asshole and you have to clench it there.
“Hey Mikey, are we almost home? I’m about to piss myself!”
“Bitch I’m getting bathroom first! I’ve been pinching George for the last20 minutes!”