Late one night...
I told this one a while ago, but it was terrifying, so...

I was about eight or nine years old, and it was a cold and dark night. It had been a hard day, and I had hit the orange juice hard that evening after a grueling day of timestables and spellings. At about 12am I awoke, my bladder decided enough was enough and that it needed to be emptied.

I clambered out of my bed and fumbled my way to the door, careful to be quiet, so as not to wake my parents, or my sister as I walked past their rooms. I made it to the toilet without incident, and relieved myself. Feeling much better, I made my way back to my room in the dark.

I carefully opened my door half way, and crept back inside...

Suddenly the door swung shut behind me and my mum burst out with a blood-curdling scream!

She HAD heard me get up, and decided it would be a fanciful jape to scare the living shit out of me.

All I can say, is thank the good lord I had just emptied my bladder 20 seconds earlier...
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 16:21, 2 replies)

And to this day
you still blame women for your incontinence.
(the other guy not the one that gave you coochie warts, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 17:06, closed)

I piss when I want. where I want!






yes
( theoriginalsteve <this space intentionally left blank>, Thu 5 Apr 2012, 21:35, closed)