I was in a pub once, had a shit that was barely under the time-limit; a real photo finish, iykwim. I shotgun blasted that toilet into oblivion. There was a clear delineation of where the seat was raised splattered on the back wall and even the sides of the stall. The backsplash hit my ass and I was quite unhappy about that. Even my legs got hit a little. I ended up duck-walking to the sink and just grabbing a handful of paper towels to take out most of the muck, but I literally forgot to flush so some poor fuck had to go in there at some point and see ground zero. I don't envy his job, but also I kind of wish someone had captured his expression. I went home commando that day, it was so bad.