» It's not me, it's the drugs talking

Pisstale
It’s 3 am, I’m alone and driving back to a friend’s house. Am extremely stoned and squirming in my seat from the need to PEE LIKE A FIEND. I pull off the main drag and park on a residential, about 10 minutes away from the house, and proceed to furtively let loose on the grass (or so I thought). The whole time I was looking around, paranoid as hell, convinced someone was watching me from their house. Cue me finishing up, looking down, and realizing that I’d emptied my entire bladder onto my pants.

Not knowing what to do, I got back into my car, and started to drive back, inventing excuses to tell regarding my smelly and wet state. Nearly there, I spy a godsend - a park with its sprinklers on!

If anyone had been there, it would have been a strange sight – a ragged kid spraying and scrubbing at his crotch in the spray from the sprinklers. Arrived back and explained to disinterested friends the strange desire to run through the sprinklers! And nobody was the wiser. Until now…

Many, many more, but another time. First post woo!
(Tue 20th Dec 2005, 21:12, More)