My first tab...
...I was desperate for a pee at 2am, at g/f's house, with dad snoring next door She was terrified of waking him* and wouldn't let me go to the toilet. So I tried to a) climb on the window sill and piss through the little window at the top of the frame; b) piss in a waste paper basket, until it was pointed out in no uncertain terms that not only was it wicker, but very large mesh wicker at that. I ended up with what I thought was the best solution of all - I pissed in an empty coke can. The resultant racket sounded like a machine gun (to us at least). There is nothing worse than trying to stop pissing when you're bursting and in full flow.

We had sex that night, too. Sex on acid is quite neat, providing you can maintain concentration. She kept turning into a porcelain doll as I was looking down on her. It gave rise to a new term, creepotic - combination of creepy and erotic.

*Needn't have bothered, he was as deaf as a post.
(zebideedoodah likes florence but prefers venice, Fri 17 Sep 2010, 11:25, Reply)