Two notes on sharts:
1.) Last month, I had the pleasure of driving through, and then back through, Shartlesville, PA. What a joy!
2.) I had a big party last week cause I turned a round number age. Towards the end, I was jumping up and down as some energetic music was happening nearby. I did one jump and some stuff started happened back in the butt area... did I just shart? I wasn't sure for a sec but it seemed safe so I kept jumping.
~15 seconds later, the same feeling again. Oh no. Assessing... no we're okay but hey let's go sit on a toilet, huh?
And so friends, I did not shart my pants at my party, but I can closer than I have in many years. Bold new decade!
