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Post by Cknarf on Sept 24, 2015 13:43:58 GMT -6
This one goes back a little. I might have been ten years old.
I stopped at a gas station with my mom, 'cause I had to piss, right? The doors to the bathroom are on the outside of the building, and of course, they were locked. Locked shitters are a pain in the ass. I guess it's so tweakers don't go in there and do... tweaker shit.
Anyways, I go in and get the key. Once finally inside, ready to take my three gallon piss, I realize the lights are out. Not like, off, but 100% burned out. Fucking great. Now I gotta feel around a disgusting bathroom for a place to let it go.
Ha. Nope. I just started pissin'. Not just a polite little stream onto the floor, either. I was arcing that stream like I was going for the world record of the longest distance ever pissed. I know it got everywhere. Sink, mirror, paper towels, toilet, urinal, fuckin... ceiling and everything. It had to.
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