I used to take a dump every morning at 9am on the dot while working at the AT&T Center. I would go down to the charter member section because it was always empty and the bathrooms were more private... well, one morning I go to do my usual 9 o'clock routine ... I'm sitting in the stall and I had just released my first steamer when I hear someone walk into the bathroom. There were several empty stalls down the line, but the ass clown chooses the stall next to mine. He sits down and within seconds releases the loudest, earth rumbling flatulence I have ever heard, followed by a splash that had to get his nuts thoroughly wet. I tried my hardest to hold it, but I had to release a quick laugh. I then heard a voice that I thought sounded extremely familiar to me. Could it be??? Nooo..... I kind of benty down a little to get the best peak I could under the stall... and I see the biggest pair of shoes I have ever seen with yellow shorts resting, crumpled on top of them. Right when I finally tell myself... no... it can't be... I see a huge hand reach down under the stall and the same voice asks, "Hey man... can you throw me a little paper?" At this point I'm giddy... could it be I am taking a dump right next to Shaq!? I reach over pull one of the rolls off and hand it to him. He says "Thanks a million, man!" I ask ,"Shaq?". He answers, "Yes..". He goes on to explain that Rick Fox "blew up" the locker room bathroom and he just wanted to take a dump without vomiting, so being that the AT&T center (Then SBC Center) was virtually empty, he wandered over to the 'good' bathrooms. So there you have it... the story of how I took a dump with Shaq.
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That made my day right there. Great story.
