The wife and I soiled ourselves after CiCi’s Pizza

So today the wife(22F) and I(22M) saw an ad on instagram for $6 CiCi’s pizza. We love a good deal so we had to go, regardless of the quality of food.

We didn’t get the deal, but we were already there so paid full price anyways. CiCi’s was pretty mid, but we ate a ton for $20(20 slices), so overall would rate it 6/10.

After this, we walked around a discount furniture store nearby just to look around. I farted a little in the store on the couches without issue.

After this we decided to go get gas on our way home. We were at the Circle K (God bless Circle K). My wife asked me some dumb question and I responded saying “you know what I think about that?” and then attempted to fart. It was not in fact a fart, I shat myself.

She didn’t realize I tried to fart, as the shit was mostly silent. I then told her I had to go in to the store, to the bathroom, because I shat myself. She was so confused, asking if I was joking, because we were only a minute from home. I realized she was right, so waddled back to the car to sit in my shat pants.

She couldn’t believe it, as she just bought me these pants yesterday(shitting myself is NOT why I needed new pants btw). As we were driving away, I explained I was not joking. She found the prospect of me shitting myself so funny that she laughed so hard she pissed herself. Not a little, by the way. Full on piss. Likely due to the pressure from all the pizza.

Once we arrived home we retreated to our respective bathrooms.

In short, we will not eat CiCi’s again.

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