OK, so I did not actually crap my pants but apparently George Brett did. And he does not spare any of the details.
"Most perfect double-tapered shit in my life," he says wrapping up his three-minute story of the time he got crabs... er, got sick after eating crabs in Vegas.
Granted, it's no Two Chicks One Cup, but jeebus, Brett. Come on!
Brett via Not Qualified to Comment
(If anyone mentions Phelps Road, I will cut you.)