Gravy
Many years ago, recovering from a recent bout of childhood illness, I was sat in front of the tv enjoying a lovely shepherd's pie. Until I farted and realised the warmth was hanging around little too long and was a little too wet to have been gas. On waddling to the toilet I was presented with a substance reminiscent of the mince and gravy I had been consuming minutes before nestled in my pants. Surprisingly this didn't put me off returning to my meal after I'd cleaned myself up.
(sailorspoon put sudan1 in the crisps on, Fri 28 Mar 2008, 21:50, closed)