Friday, 23 April 2010

  • He Peed the Bed!

    Since I haven't dated in a while, I didn't have anything to write about. I figured I would relay a true life story that me and my girls tell almost every Friday night for shits and giggles.

    At three-thirty-something in the morning I got a phone call from my girl Z. I made three guesses before I pressed the green button:

    She needs to be picked up from some random place. She had great sex and needs to brag about it. She had horrible sex and needs to talk about it. 

    I picked up. "Grrrrrrrrrrllll..." Z whispered into the phone. "It was good, huh?" I said rolling my eyes and thinking back to the last time I had great sex. sigh

    Z: What?!
    Me: Why are you whispering?
    Z: He peed the bed. I'm whispering because he's right next to me.
    Me: WHAT! Who... wait... WHAT!?
    Z: Remember that guy I told you about? He works at the Swim Bar. Well, I invited him over, we did it and I think he peed the bed. I thought it was OUR wet spot but it was really wet so...
    Me: So you're laying next to him in the urine as a sign of solidarity? KICK HIS ASS OUT!

    I should tell you that Z is the most non-confrontational person in the world. She apologizes for people bumping into her. She's ...soft. I knew why she called me. She did not have the cojones to wake him up and kick him out. She didn't need to say anything more. I told her to put the phone to his ear and make sure it's on speaker phone and loud.

    This is the part where me and my girls die laughing...

    Me: GET THE F*** UP YOU NASTY MOTHERF*****! WHO THE HELL WETS THE BED?. NASTY ASS. GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT.

    I'm not sure at what point he woke up but Z said he sprung up out of the bed "with his big floppy dick" and tried to put his clothes on but slipped. On his own piss. Meanwhile I'm also getting dressed to get over to her place and yelling into the phone "I BETTER NOT SEE YOU WHEN I GET THERE!".

    By the time I got there he was gone. Which is what I wanted. I really didn't want to see him. I was embarrassed for him. I drove slow and went around the block twice.

    I went up to Z's apartment and she looked like she was in shock. Her eyes were red and she was just standing in her room looking at her bed. Standing next to her, I could smell the distinctive smell. I looked at her and said "Why are you still wearing his piss?" We both laughed.

    She showered and we watched tv and drank Coronas until Target was open. I bought her new sheets. Since then, Z slept on her couch, my bed, and a friend's air mattress until she was able to afford a new bed.

    Ever had to kick a man/woman out of your bed/house? If so why?

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