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Originally Posted by fotze2
Wasn’t high school but my brother had a traumatic experience. We all had ski day right, he went to St. Augustine. He had a learning disability and that’s where you went. He now makes Avengers movies so he isn’t stupid.
As he tells it, had that feeling in the gut, your arsehole gets itchy for no reason. That’s a warning god gave us.
On the way to Fortress mountain when it was open, those switchbacks. Crap attack. He was definitely not a cool kid at the time. Fat as fata nerd. Just sweating. Nope craps himself. Thankfully he had those elastic bands around the ankle snow pants on the way to a fun day of skiing. Filled both legs up to the knee. No cellphones back then. Everyone on the bus is like “I think XXx crapped himself”. And he did in spades.
Had to waddle into the lodge and phone my mom to drive out and get him, sitting in his own #### for at least an hour and a half then another to get home. He should put that on his resume. That’s character building or destroying.
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Mein Gott.
I would have walked off into a snowstorm and nobody would have ever seen me again.