There's TMI. And then there's TMI. Al Roker went to TMI territory recently when confessed that he pooped his pants at the White House in 2002, shortly after undergoing gastric bypass surgery. And this isn't some analogy here. He literally shat his underwear. Roker, who's currently promoting a book, recently told Dateline what happened -- in excruciating detail. Roker explained: "When you have a bypass and your bowels [have] been reconstructed, you think you're pretty safe. And I probably went off and ate something I wasn't supposed to. And as I'm walking to the press room ... I gotta pass a little gas here. I'm walking by myself. Who's gonna know? Only a little something extra came out."
"You pooped in your pants," correspondent Nancy Snyderman then says.
"I pooped my pants," Roker replies. "Not horribly, but enough that I knew."
But wait -- it gets better! And by "better" I mean click at your own risk here.
Roker goes on with the story, saying: "I was panicking, so I got to the restroom of the press room, threw out the underwear, and just went commando." And then he concludes with: "It told me that I've gotta be very vigilant as to what I eat."
I don't even know where to begin here. I mean, I feel bad that this happened to Al and all, but come on, man! Does the world really need to know that this happened to him? Is nothing sacred? Even when you have a book to promote, there needs to be a line. I don't know what would possess someone to sit down and tell this story during an interview that's airing on national television. And he has a teenage daughter to boot! Imagine how embarrassing this has to be for her! Bad move, Roker, bad move. Some things really are better left unsaid.
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