Camping with my Bro
I was in high school (about 15) and my Brother and his then wife decided to take me camping with them at this huge lake up in the mountains. It was ACES because my Brother is 6 years older than me, which means, he was legal drinking age and was always appreciative to have a drinking buddy...

So we are drinking. ALL day. Just beer (mostly) so it wasnt too insane, but we are drinking beer and sitting by the fire being pyros.

We decide to go to bed (I do not remember the actual debate, but am told it was mutually agreed upon, and that we decided to be very quiet as his wife was already in the tent and we didnt want to wake her).

I crawl into my sleeping bag (apparently) and after an hour or so, my Sister in Law wakes up to my trying to negotiate the zipper on the tent screen door. It is not going well. At all. And apparently, I REALLY had to pee.

So, I do what any half drunk/half asleep teenager would do: I remove tadger and let fly.

Sister in Law abandons tent (to spend the evening in the back seat of the car) and I go back to sleep.

I wake up the next morning uncomfortably close to my brother and as I slowly wake up, I realize my hand is resting in water. Only it wasnt water.

I spent the rest of the day apologizing to my Sister in Law and washing and drying sleeping bags.

My Brother eventually divorced her.
( Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Tue 28 Aug 2007, 3:20, Reply)