diarrhea
I’m in the process of getting a Driver’s License again after (stupidly) letting my old PA license expire. Driving again made me think of one of things my friends and I used to do while killing time in high school outside of Philly.After a few of us got our driver’s licenses, we started playing a game called “diarrhea.” The “game” was nothing more than shouting the word “diarrhea” at pedestrians from a moving car as loud as you could. Their was no clear way to win the game; the object was to see how much of a response we could elicit from the person’s being diarrhea’d.
If we were driving too fast, they would just be startled. I’m sure our shots were just incomprehensible. Whenever I was driving, I liked to slow down enough so that the yell was understandable.
As stupid as the game sounds, it never got old to me. There is something about someone’s face when you yell “diarrhea” at them that makes it much more interesting than it initially sounds. Most people would have the most amazing look of confusion on their face.
It’s not really an insult? Right? Why would someone yell diarrhea at someone else? Are they wishing diarrhea on me? Are they comparing me to diarrhea?
The other reaction we consistently got would be a “thumbs up” or fist-pumping from burn-outs or crazy hippie looking dudes. Literally every burn-out and crazy hippie looking dude would respond this way. The fact that someone would hear others yelling “diarrhea” at them and respond with, more or less, a “right on, man” was hilarious to me.
My all-time favorite “diarrhea” was outside of a tiny ice cream place in Jenkintown. I was driving with three other guys. As we pulled up to the place, packed with families standing around enjoying their ice cream, we unloaded a giant diarrhea on them, and I just stopped the car. After the greatest awkward silence ever, one guy holding his daughter dead-panned “You just screamed diarrhea, right?” Then I drove away.