It was 2009 at an old cottage in the woods. It was late. He was in there already and he forgot to put the little hook through the eye to lock the door. I really needed to shit and I opened the door and I was like, "Oh god -- sorry!" I went to close the door, and shitty was all, "Don't be fag, dude. Just come in. That's why there are two holes." I was gonna leave, but I was crowning, naw'mean? So I was like, "fuck it", and I went in. It wasn't so bad. shitty sounds disgusting when he shits. Big loud wet sloppy sharts. I think mine actually smelled worse, but it was hard to tell. I didn't look while he was wiping. I can't speak for him. I can't hide it any longer.