I (23F) needed to go number 2 at my boyfriends house. His mother had made mac n’ cheese which was lovely, but I didn’t specify I’m lactose intolerant. Obviously nobody wants to go to the toilet at their partners house but it couldn’t wait. The volcano needed to erupt and fast. I ran like usain bolt to the bathroom upstairs and pooped my heart out. When it came to flushing, the water started rising. Everyone’s worst nightmare. In a fleet of panic I opened the small window a crack that overlooked their beautiful garden and I started praying to god that they would think it’s their dog (Their dog had been dead 2 months). I scooped my golden log into my hands and tossed the brown airplane out the window. It landed into their flower bed. I still don’t know to this day if they noticed.