I thought I was the one having a bad morning but...
A road trip to visit friends at uni went horribly wrong due to the huge volume of rye whiskey and wine I felt the need to inflict on myself. Taking a pause from the party in a friend's car with the girl who I later found out was nicknamed "Miss Piggy" (sorry about the spot shots on the seat, mate)was probably a bad idea. That part at least I remembered. Why I went to sleep in the bathtub, I haven't a clue. I was out like a light until morning, when I opened my eyes thinking someone was going to piss on me (why else would he be waving it at me?). The fact that the toilet was right beside my head hadn't occured to me(who expects to wake in the tub?). Perhaps it was a better experience for me than for the guy who was faced with the screaming loonie rising from the tub. He pissed all over the bathroom...except on me. Screaming worked. Adding to his fear was the fact the Miss Piggy had given me a solid collar of hickeys. He thought I might have been strangled, but had to piss so bad he was willing to wait until after to check me out. Not just a psycho, but a zombie psycho!! My head still hurts thinking about it all. More road trip stories and I'm sad to say drunken bathtub stories to follow if I get ambitious.
(mrbuddhafreak, Fri 14 Apr 2006, 8:50, Reply)