I crapped a lot while at Disneyland. Sometimes in the toilet, sometimes not. Oh well.

One time I went on a ride in Space Mountain and, well, Whoops, I crapped my pants. There was another time I went for a ride on the Monorail and, well, Whoops, I crapped my pants. On another visit to Disneyland, I was in the Haunted Mansion, feeling Goofy, until he left and then I grabbed Mickey's ass. Damn he's got a tight little ass.