An Unbalanced Diet
I worked at Wendy’s during my teenage years. I also had a teenager’s metabolism, so I would frequently treat myself to numerous giant meals during an evening shift.
I was closing one night and to avoid an awkward ride home with my sketchy manager, I decided to walk the full three miles home through the sleepy suburban streets.
Around the halfway point of my early morning walk, the gallons of fast food in my gut transformed itself into gallons of fetid waste wanting very much to leave my body.
Since I was in a residential area without a bathroom nearby, I darted down an alley and hopped a fence into a backyard where I unleashed pure evil from my underside.
I noticed that this yard had all the necessary accouterment to indicate a dog or two lived there. My hope is that the owners didn’t take their dogs to the vet with the assumption that Fido’s behind had exorcised Mephistopheles. Story credit: Reddit / CowNourishmentRod