Toxic Chilli

( The following is not my story. I stole it from an email, but thought it was too funny not to share. While attempting to read it to a co-worker and had to stop becuase I was crying.)

****WARNING: ONLY Read This WHEN You Are Able To LAUGH OUT LOUD.****
     I went to Home Depot recently while not being altogether sure that
course of action was a wise one. You see, the previous evening I had
prepared and consumed a massive quantity of my patented 'you're
definitely going to sh*t yourself' road-kill chili. Tasty stuff,
although hot to the point of being painful, which comes with a written
guarantee from me that if you eat it, the next day both of your butt
cheeks WILL fall off. 
     Here's the thing. I had awakened that morning, and even after two cups
of coffee (and all of you know what I mean) nothing happened. No
'Watson's Movement. Despite the chilies swimming their way through my
intestinal tract, I was unable to create the usual morning symphony
referred to by my dear wife as 'thunder and lightning'. 
     Knowing that a time of reckoning HAD to come, yet not sure of just
when, I bravely set off for Home Depot, my quest being paint and
supplies to refinish the deck.  Upon entering the store at first all
seemed normal. I selected a cart and began pushing it about dropping
items in for purchase. It wasn't until I was at the opposite end of the
store from the toilets that the pain hit me. 
    Oh, don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about. I'm
referring to that 'Uh Oh, Sh*t, gotta go' pain that always seems to hit
us at the wrong time. The thing is, this pain was different. The
chilies from the night before were staging a revolt.  In a mad rush for
freedom they bullied their way through the small intestines, forcing
their way into the large intestines, and before I could take one step
in the direction of the toilets which would bring sweet relief, it
happened. The chilies fired a warning shot. 
     There I stood, alone in the paint and stain section, suddenly
enveloped in a toxic cloud the likes of which has never before been
recorded. I was afraid to move for fear that more of this vile odor
might escape me.  Slowly, oh so slowly, the pressure seemed to leave
the lower part of my body, and I began to move up the aisle and out of
it, just as an orange aproned clerk turned the corner and asked if I
needed any help. 
     I don't know what made me do it, but I stopped to see what his
reaction would be to the toxic non-visible fog that refused to
dissipate.. Have you ever been torn in two different directions
emotionally? Here's what I mean, and I'm sure some of you at least will
be able to relate.  I could've warned that poor clerk, but didn't. I
simply watched as he walked into an invisible, and apparently
indestructible, wall of odor so terrible that all he could do before
gathering his senses and running, was to stand there blinking and
waving his arms about his head as though trying to ward off angry bees.
This, of course, made me feel terrible, but then made me laugh.
........BIG mistake!!!!! 
     Here's the thing. When you laugh, it's hard to keep things 'clamped
down', if you know what I mean. With each new guffaw an explosive issue
burst forth from my nether region. Some were so loud and echoing that I
was later told a few folks in other aisles had ducked, fearing that
someone was robbing the store and firing off a shotgun.  Suddenly
things were no longer funny. 'It' was coming, and I raced off through
the store towards the toilet, laying down a cloud the whole way,
praying that I'd make it before the grand explosion took place.
     Luck was on my side. Just in the nick of time I got to the john,
began the inevitable 'Oh my God', floating above the toilet seat
because my ass is burning SO BAD, purging. One poor fellow walked in
while I was in the middle of what is the true meaning of 'Shock and
Awe'.. He made a gagging sound, and disgustedly said, 'Son-of-a-b*tch!,
did it smell that bad when you ate it?', then quickly left. 
     Once finished and I left the restroom, reacquired my partially filled
cart intending to carry on with my shopping when a store employee
approached me and said, 'Sir, you might want to step outside for a few
minutes. It appears some prankster set off a stink bomb in the store.
The manager is going to run the vent fans on high for a minute or two
which ought to take care of the problem.' 
     My smirking of course set me off again, causing residual gases to
escape me. The employee took one sniff, jumped back pulling his apron
up to cover his nose and, pointing at me in an accusing manner shouted,
'IT'S YOU!', then ran off returning moments later with the manager. I
was unceremoniously escorted from the premises and asked none too
kindly not to return. 
     Home again without my supplies, I realized that there was nothing to
eat but leftover chili, so I consumed two more bowls. The next day I
went to shop at Lowe's. I can't say anymore about that because we are
in court over the whole matter. Bastards claim they're going to have to
repaint the store.