I was a college gymnast, working on aerial techniques using the trampoline. I had achieved a high level of accomplishment and was working a very challenging routine such that the trampoline was surrounded by lots of on-lookers, including many attractive female gymnasts. Their presence spurred me to higher, more aggressive jumps. As I executed a perfect multiple sommersault and was descending, I knew that I had wowed the crowd and would surely not leave the gym alone. To my horror, as I made contact with the trampoline mat, the G-forces acting on my colon exceeded the strength of my "containment" muscles. A loud, shot-gun eruption reverberated in the gym, causing dozens of people to immediately look my way. Thinking the worst was over, I set up for the next technique. Two more successive landings resulted in the same percussive sound before I ended the routine, dismounted and slithered from the laughing crowd of former admirers. Clearly, a Gold-Medal performance in embarrassment!

Submitted by Bill G.