I've told this story before. Was at a party in a small, one-bathroom apartment in the Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC. Probably 10-12 people in a 700 square foot apartment. My stomach started churning and I knew it was not going to be/sound/smell pretty. Told the party host that I was feeling warm and had to get some fresh air. The apartment was right across the street from the Thai embassy. Was able to waddle over to the embassy grounds and poo thru a wrought iron fence and on to some flowers. Used my boxer briefs to clean myself as best I could before heading back to the party.
