No one likes waking up in a panic. Especially, waking up to one of relieving yourself, but accidents do happen. I'm sure we have all had a friend that used to wet the bed at an early age. I for one was never one of these children, I don't possess those genes. Then we also have those friends that start wetting things as the blossom into adulthood. for instance, peeing in one friends car while being intoxicated. Those genes, however, run rampant throughout my chromosomes. Don't make fun, I'm sure the pharmaceutical companies will be coming out with a drug that will fix my longtime curse of a problem. ( no fault of my own mind you) This particular morning (today) was no different from any other. Except in the fact I decided to eat a bucket of KFC the night before (hence the raw food diet). I was awakened by the feeling of something moving ever so quickly down my stomach. Like, when you spill something down the front of your chest. Until said liquid met a slightly more solid object. Having had this sensation before I knew I had only moments to spare. Being at my special lady friends house, actions needed to made quick. Being the gentlemen that I am, I quickly gave her a kiss. No explanation on why I was leaving at 7 in the morning, or the fact that I had absolutely no color in my face. The race was fucking on. At times like these the brian seems to have a heightened sense of its surroundings. Every move seems to have a purpose. Making preemptive moves like, unzipping your jacket or taking your pants halfway off before you make it to the bathroom. No moment seems to be wasted at times like these. Needless to say everything is fine now. I made it, but my roommates haven't made eye contact with me all day. I don't suppose it has anything to do with the fact that their bedrooms surround the bathroom?
-Dash
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