Am I supposed to answer this question as me in the present or me in the past when I was three years old?
― Lightning Is For Babies (Johnny Fever), Thursday, 30 December 2010 00:16 (fourteen years ago)
lol dayo
san isn't this a little close to the kinds of thread ppl despaired of from u in the past? just askin like
― zvookster, Thursday, 30 December 2010 00:22 (fourteen years ago)
Misread option as:
I pee myself and now and then have had a little sippy sippy
― would like a calmer set (Eazy), Saturday, 1 January 2011 03:00 (fourteen years ago)
I pissed my pants on my "take a semester off from community college and fly over to Europe" thing when I was 19. I had been drinking in this pub in Edinburgh on the Royal Mile at maybe three or four in the afternoon. A very inexperienced drinker, I pounded like 3 pints of Harp in some brief amount of time when noticed that I was getting the hairy eyeball from some of the locals* and decided to scram.
So I went back out to the street and about 5 minutes later realized that I need to take a leak. There was nothing open, but there were people everywhere. Whenever I thought that I found a dark alley to sneak down and pee, a bunch of schoolchildren would pop out of it, or a nun or something. I was growing increasingly anxious and there was no valid place where I could discretely pee. It didn’t help that I was dressed up like a U.S. raver, with big JNCOs and children’s jewelry on**.
I finally reached the end of the Royal Mile. I was sweating and bent over and my eyes were popping out of my head. I was on some highway or something, but just around the corner was a construction site with nobody in it! I was saved! I could duck back there and take care of everything.
At just that moment, my bladder completely burst. I staggered over to a quiet part of the construction site and emptied what little urine remained inside me, but most of it was on the front of my pants. I tied my sweatshirt around the front of my waist, hiked back up the Royal Mile, and went looking for a cab to take me back to the hostel.
*probably for my ostentatious tipping
**this didn’t help me ANYwhere in Europe, to be honest.
― jodeci & oracle (kkvgz), Sunday, 2 January 2011 13:18 (fourteen years ago)
god when you're drunk coordinating your urinary functions is one of the first things that goes. you could probably still do algebra and stuff...but not control your wee.
― O'Shea the Cubeman (San Te), Sunday, 2 January 2011 13:30 (fourteen years ago)
You could differentiate the curve of the stream of urine but not actually control it?
― Les centimètres énigmatiques (snoball), Sunday, 2 January 2011 13:48 (fourteen years ago)
The area under the curve can of course be calculated using a pee-mann sum.
― Les centimètres énigmatiques (snoball), Sunday, 2 January 2011 13:51 (fourteen years ago)
i remember once peeing in a corridor in a hotel lobby because I was so drunk I couldn't find or get to the bathroom. although to this day I'm skeptical as to the authenticity of the memory cuz I wasn't thrown out.
― O'Shea the Cubeman (San Te), Sunday, 2 January 2011 13:54 (fourteen years ago)
As long as they didn't discover your identity... (lame trig/calc joke)
― Les centimètres énigmatiques (snoball), Sunday, 2 January 2011 14:14 (fourteen years ago)