...is in designated piles on every second street corner where the dogs and old women (and drunk people pissing or regurgitating) gather. In the morning it's swept away. So I always get a whiff of urine in the morning. Chelsey was waiting in line for the bathroom in a bar, when a woman excused herself and promptly squatted and began peeing on the floor. I turn into a snappy, brash alter-ego named...
...it in some way had to come to the hospital to get drug tested, we didn't have anything going on so I went downstairs to the lab to help. Each crew member had to have 7 tubes of blood drawn and do a urine analysis. This was the fun part of the day....One guy squirted out blood at me when I was drawing his blood and another guy passed out on me! Mind you...these are the beefy mechanics and loaders...
Vitali Klitschko used his son's wet nappies to keep his fists from swelling up after winning his WBC heavyweight title bout against Nigeria's Samuel Peter, the Ukrainian told a German newspaper on...Max's wee around my fists," he said, adding he got the idea from his grandmother. "The nappies hold the liquid and the swelling stays down." Klitschko said Peter should try the nappy trick as well.
It's odd. Going back through these. I was so different. I don't wanna say it was bad necessarily. But I kinda was. I just had no clue about life really. Not saying that I have a grand clue of what it's...instigate much out of me. And my parents seem to enjoy having me around again. It's been years since I've really seen them. There was always someone there. Living there. I got old. I have to pee
She kneels before me, legs together, hands palm down on here thighs and looks down, like a properly trained slave should be seated before her master. I stand before her, my limp penis right in front... of my pee. She is my slave and I have marked her with my waste, like an animal marking my territory. My slave reaches forward and cleans my penis with her tongue. She is beautiful and she is mine.
... angry, and still wanting. You can't sleep now. So you get up, grab the computer and head into the bathroom to write a blog. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. I'm sitting on the fucking floor of the fucking bathroom at 11 PM, NOT having sex. I'm writing a blog about not having sex. It smells like urine in here, and Significant OTher is snoring the next room. Shoot me in the FUCKING FACE!
...for us. Meanwhile, the group went on frantically invoking Jesus. Then something happened. Unexpectedly a big wet stain appeared on the front of Norm’s shorts. Tiny powerful rivers of pungent urine streamed down his legs. Then the unmistakable smell of human feces burned my nostrils. At that point I was pretty sure if the heart attack didn’t kill Norm the embarrassment would. The...
...starts. WTH?! I hate this, I'm gonna get stuck with cruddy school supplies... && I really like the fancy stuff. mrrg. I found out that if you bottle someone at a concert the bottle is usually full of urine. AGAIN, WTH? You waste money on a ticket to a show you don't like. You waste money on an overpriced drink. You take the time to pee in a bottle. Then you chuck it on stage. Seems utterly pointless...
