I usually have a cast iron belly!
Today had "the runs" "shitting through the eye of a needle" "pooing rusty bath water".
I was in class and "sharted" and had to sneak to the toilet and clean my knickers the best I could.
On the way home my friend Alexandra pulled up in her little green Datsun and asked if I wanted to go to the Grid Iron to check out the boys so I jumped in.
Later that night I found myself in the back of the Datsun with some fat boy while Alexandra was on the grass in the park with a really annoying American boy.
Although I was a tad bored the fat boy was keen to "go down so I let him".
I arrived home late and as I was putting my PJs on I saw the huge skid mark in my knickers , Ahhhhh I had forgotten, it must have stunk for the poor fat boy.