So three nights ago we were all getting pretty messed up at my apartment and around 1:00, 1:30 we all pass out. Stafford (refer to the date in 1979 thread, he's the green-shirt dude) passes out on my couch, but at 2:23am I hear him get up (even when passed out I'm a light sleeper) and fumble around, feeling his way in the dark. He winds up in my room, walks around, I whisper "sup?"
He walks over to my bed, near ther lamp, unzips his fly and starts pissing on me. Needless to say I yell dude dude DUDE! He just zips his fly back up and goes back to the couch and passes out.
I was retelling this story at work and everyone had similar stories. Trash cans, floors, other unlocked apartments, closets, etc.
So why do people do it? Even when I'm hammered gone I still manage to aim for a toilet or a bush.
He walks over to my bed, near ther lamp, unzips his fly and starts pissing on me. Needless to say I yell dude dude DUDE! He just zips his fly back up and goes back to the couch and passes out.
I was retelling this story at work and everyone had similar stories. Trash cans, floors, other unlocked apartments, closets, etc.
So why do people do it? Even when I'm hammered gone I still manage to aim for a toilet or a bush.
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