a reply to: TerryMcGuire
I peed the bed up until puberty but after that never had a problem. Once or twice had the peeing dream and diddled a tiny bit in bed before I woke up
but nothing major.
Up until a few years ago. There's this bar here that makes some wicked drinks. It's this weird, tiny tiki bar so lots of rum and the Fink Bomb has 160
proof rum, another regular shot and all kinds of fruity jazz. Goes down smooth but will hurt you. I had only had two the couple times I'd been in
there but this time I had a third.
Let me stop here and say I've been pretty good at holding my liquor over the years. Sure, I peed myself on New Years Eve on the Strip but that's
because there were a thousand people in line for the head. I didn't have a choice. But this time was different.
I had taken the bus there and it drops me off real close to home and there's the LWH (Local Watering Hole) between myself and home so I stopped in. I
felt fine when I left the tiki bar, a bit lit but not bad, and thought I'd have a beer to top it off. One, I might add. Truthfully.
I felt fine when I got home. Lit, but not stumbling drunk. Fine. I'd been like this before, many times.
I woke up to a puddle of piss on my concrete, bedroom floor. That's the one time I was glad I don't have carpet. AND, I STILL felt fine. No hangover.
Go figure. I guess it's the rum and all the fruitiness? Maybe it was that beer after that did it? I don't know but I'll never have that third one
again if I ever frequent that joint.
I had a friend who's driveway I stayed in for a month or so. I moved there but had no place until I got my apartment so I parked and slept in his
driveway. He had a habit of drunken sleep pissing and the last night there I had gotten all my stuff there ready to move in. There was a glass table
top leaning against his garage door and he decides that night to come out and pee outside. I heard him, popped my head up to see what was going on and
saw him come around, stumbling and walking straight for that glass.
I didn't have time to react and that might have made him hit it but he went around it to the side of the house. Did his duty and came back without
harm. I think I was better off not to say anything to him. I didn't really know what to do.
How come it's always guys that have these stories? Seriously, it never happens to chicks?