That intestinal rumbling that occurs at the most inopportune of
times, and is unequivocally indicative of a
loaf brewing inside your intestinal tract.
While driving down the interstate, there was no obvious reason to take a pit
stop; however, after approaching the sign that read "Next Service Area - 24 miles," then the onset of intestinal distress occurred, as I passed the sign.
I clenched my ass cheeks as tightly together as my gluteal muscles would permit, rolled down the
windows, turned off the heater and radio, and asked all occupants to "
shut the fuck up" until these embryonic manifestations of defecation subsided. Unfortunately, this didn't happen, as I unleashed with a rectal fury and shit my drawers!