Can you imagine anything worse than crapping yourself in the most important building in America? Al Roker can’t.
Sometime after Roker’s gastric bypass surgery in 2002, he was in the White House for a press conference and wandered off to let out what he thought was a juicy fart. From an interview with Dateline:
“I probably went off and ate something I wasn’t supposed to. And as I’m walking to the press room, [I’m thinking] well, I gotta pass a little gas here. I’m walking by myself. Who’s gonna know? Only a little something extra came out. I pooped my pants.”
That’s not all. Kooky improvisational master Al did what any diarrhea-veteran would. Went into the bathroom, tossed his Fruit of the Looms in the trash and “went commando,” like a boss.
That’s not too much information at all. Picturing him trying to hold back a shart while staring at a judge-y portrait of Jefferson is the highlight of my day.
To be honest, I was actually more disturbed to hear that his bitchy wife never wanted to have sex with him until he lost weight. “I just wanted to feel more attracted to him,” Deborah Roberts blurted out.