Disturbing memory
Ooh, one of the posts has just awoken a previously buried memory. The now ex-mr-whodathunkit had had a spectacularly heavy night on things that made him gurn like a good-un. We were house sitting my old family house, sleeping in my old bedroom.
I awoke to the sounds of scrabling, only to discover him pissing against my radiator.
Frogmarched him to the bathroom, and all was well.
Couple of hours later, was treated to similar scrabblings, so yelled at him to wake up & get to the bog.
Next thing I know, I'm hearing the conservatory door swoosh open, so I fly downstairs, only to find the little bugger in the back garden (6am by now), pissing in the hedge in broad daylight. Stark bollock naked, looking like his face had been rearranged. Needless to say, I sincerely hoped that the neighbours weren't having an early morning.
Got my revenge when he finally came to. Frogmarched him to the still soaking radiator & wiped his nose in his piss. Worked a treat. Never did it again. See? Just treat men like dogs & they will behave.
( Whodathunkit, Sun 26 Aug 2007, 11:38, Reply)