I once saw a chap poo his pants with fighting fear in my school days.

He was a ruddy cheeked Shadows/Hank Marvin fan,
the other was a waifish carrot topped spide in the makin'

Carrot Top whizzes at Hank fan with a whirling kick.
Hank fan deposits a little plop-ette from his trouser leg.
I guess he wasn't wearing undies as it rolled out pretty quick.

more toilet fun...

A friend was soo excited about how much Bucky he'd drank he pooed his pants in a packed Katy Daly's, on a Saturday night.

Into the bogs and whipped 'em off...
I still feel weird when I go to wash my hands there..

What not to do..

Another chap 'aquintance' got so whipped on 'jumping beans'
on the coach to the Arena that he shat himself.
Stop the bus at the next pub.
In he goes.
Whips them off.

<this is the wrong bit>

gives 'em a rinse and puts 'em back on.
Inside out.
His justification
'they were my new Calvin's...'

oh dear.