I thought this worst college experience ever, might be the best college story on the site.

I know that College Stories is looking for the "best" college story but I felt that my worst college story is probably the best college story there is.

It was the second weekend freshman year. Most people I knew were going out to party including my roommate, Morty. Morty went out at about 9 o' clock to a party. I wasn't expecting him early so I wasn't going to wait up or anything. I went to bed and was awoken at 5am as Morty opened up the door and passed out on his bed...or so I thought.

A little while later he rolls out of bed with his head still on the pillow. I say to him "Hey are you alright" because I was thinking he was going to throw up or something. OOOH No throwing up would have been a gift. Instead within moments I hear a fart noise and then a splatter on the ground. "Did you just shit yourself? Oh my God – that’s nasty!" I yelled. Obscenities were about the only words coming out of my mouth because what else can you really say when something like this happens?

I ran out of the room and down the hall into the lobby to see if anyone was awake who could help me with Morty. I found a girl I knew and she was talking to some guy. I asked "Can you umm help me out because uhh my roommate just uhh well he just shit himself!"

With a stunned look on her face she replied "You're on your own dude, sorry."

I really can’t blame her, I don’t think I would have gone out of my way to help her is her roommate and shit herself!

I went back toward my room and saw Morty standing outside the doorway. Trying to remain calm I say to him "Hey, are you alright dude?" Meanwhile he is not alright because he shits himself again in the hall way. And then he goes into the bathroom.

I decided to make a leap of faith and jump over the poop in the hallway to get into my room and grab my pillow and comforter to go sleep in the lounge.

A friend of mine was already in the bathroom when Morty went in. Apparently (and there was evidence to support this), he pooped again on the floor of the bathroom, slipped on the poop and fell. Then while trying to get up, he stuck his hands in his farm potato.

When he finally came out I looked at him and said "listen you need to clean this shit up!" So he goes into the room and grabs the pants he had been wearing. He then proceeds to try and wipe the shit up with his pants!

At this point I just gave up and went to sleep. The next morning I called him to wake him up and said "Hey, do you know what happened last night?"

He replied "No, What?"

"You fricken shit yourself dude, and you need to clean it up." I think his last response after that is probably the most hilarious thing about this story.

He said "No Way, (then, he looks down) OOOHH SHIT!"

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