This actually happened to a buddy of mine years ago. We were en-route to our bow hunting spot, about a 45 mi drive. At about mile #2, my buddy starts to complain about gastro-discomfort. At about mile # 30 he was doin the drivers seat fidgett, and I tried to talk him into pulling over on the side of I 270, to no avail. He could, and WOULD hold it till we got to the farm. Well it's Mile # 40, and beads of sweat are forming on his forehead, he's already unzipped his cover-alls, in preperation of our arrival at the farm. Seat belt off, and door partially opened. He'sstill doing his best to maintain control of his bowels, but it is very apparrent that time is rapidly running out. AHH, Finally at the farm! We get close to our parking spot, with approx. 10 feet left. He gets his Jimmy to a slow roll, and it's out the drivers side door, TP in hand. I managed to get the truck stopped, while he was already in full squat, and making noises that I can only describe as the sounds of pure relief. A minute or three goes by, and out of the darkness, I hear him exclaim, "Oh S***!!!. I was afraid to ask what had happened, so I remained quiet, as I was sure I'd find out soon enough. Well, he comes back to the truck in his skivvies. Jump suit nowhere to be seen, and proceeds to tell me the story. In his haste to relieve himself, he shimmied down his cover-alls, and THOUGHT they were clear of the bombay doors. Upon completing his hideous task, he cleaned himself up, reached behind him to grab the tops of his cover-alls and pull them back up in a rapid lifting-towards-the-upper-back motion. What he failed to realize, was that the poo had landed on the inner collar portion of his jump suit, and upon trying to re-suit himself, he had soiled himself from the base of his head to just below the shoulders. I almost peed myself I was laughing so hard, and know my laughter scared every deer away for miles.