I've got a shit story that may be the sole reason why Eric Berry didn't commit to Auburn.
I was supposed to meet Eric Berry and his mother at the athletic complex at 5pm the Friday of his official visit. Before leaving my house, I really needed to take a shit, but I was afraid of being late because I was going to take the Tiger Transit. So I figured I could hold it until after they were dropped off. It only takes maybe five to ten minutes to say hello and drive them over to the hotel. When I got off the transit, I realized that I really wasn't feeling well; I had that hot-feeling you get in your gut before you have some serious diarrhea. When I got to the complex, I realized that I still had about twenty minutes until 5. So, I went into the bathroom next to the museum to take a slam. Needless to say, it wasn't a pretty sight. The problem arose when the automatic-I'm-going-to-fuck-your-life-up-flusher decide to flush itself. The murky slop in the toilet splashed all over my ass and the back of my legs. I tried to clean up the best I could, but I was terrified of smelling like shit. So, I pulled my britches up and ran around the corner to the bathroom in the hallway that connects to the academic center since there was a lock on the bathroom door. I went in and tried the best I could to take a shower in the sink. Some of my pants got wet, and I was fairly sweaty. When I came back out into the lobby, there was Eric and his mother.
True story.
What was this original topic of this thread?