This is a Tyson story (gross, but funny):
Tonight Tyson was in the bathroom for a long time. He came out and said he needed help, so I went to the bathroom to help him. I thought I would help pull up pants or something. No there was poop everywhere. He said, "I pooped my pants". This was obvious, as the bathroom has never pooped itself that I know of. As I helped him clean it up, I asked him why he pooped his pants, and he said, "I would have been to the bathroom faster, but my poop doesn't listen." I just told him, no poop does not listen.
