[cont] on boxer breifs and cargo pants. I go out to get gas, thinking to myself, "oh, you'll be fine pumping gas in a diaper. Even if you went somewhere crowded, you're wearing winter clothes. No one will notice." So, I drive up there, and it is deserted. I had to pee again, and some more poop was on its way. I get out and start pumping gas. The pee arrives, and I let it flow right through. Also, the poopie plops out, just a little runny, trailed by a fart that made the unmistakeable flapping sound in the