Got to say dropping a deuce and a half after like a 7 hour flight. Got a rule, no pooping in flight. Nine years running. No better feeling than your bottom finding porcelain with the enemy at the gates after like a third of a day with nothing short of a Jedi mind trick keeping you from messing yourself. On the old birds, there was literally a bucket with a bag in it and a toilet seat on top. Pilot dropped a deuce that should have called for an exorcism, and left it in a plane on a ramp in sub-saharan Africa heat for 18 hrs. The smell was so God-awful that when we went to fly next mission and cracked the door, the crew chief puked. Mission Cancelled, and the Pilot go to go retrieve his demon bowel movement and dispose of it. Gross, I know, but still funny to this day.