Dangers of being a guy Part 1
yeah...so I wake up this morning to sound of the phone ringing in my ear...it's my aunts and uncles calling for my mom because they're old and they like to call each other at 8 o'clock in the morning. However, my lovely mother isn't home because she left the house at 7 for some God forsaken reason. It's Saturday dammit....WHY would you be so active so damn early in the morning. GRrr....
So now I can't sleep...but I do have to pee. So I get up turn on the lights....mind you there is no window in my bathroom. Clothes the door stand in front of the toilet and just as I was about to relieve myself, the bathroom light blows out. In that split second of time I found myself praying to God and saying every curse word imaginable at the same time hoping that the only sound I hear is water hitting water.
-insert suspenseful music hear-
Luckily my aim wasn't phased by lack of vision and my objective was completed. I'm not gonna get into too much detail but as my flow waned I had to come closer and closer to my target until i was practically kneeling of the damn thing like I was praising God.
But of course my praying/cursing echoed throughout the entire apartment JUST as my mother was coming home and she barges through the door not to ask me if I was okay but to say "WHAT DID YOU SAY IN MY HOUSE???"
....I gotta get the fuck outta here.
So now I can't sleep...but I do have to pee. So I get up turn on the lights....mind you there is no window in my bathroom. Clothes the door stand in front of the toilet and just as I was about to relieve myself, the bathroom light blows out. In that split second of time I found myself praying to God and saying every curse word imaginable at the same time hoping that the only sound I hear is water hitting water.
-insert suspenseful music hear-
Luckily my aim wasn't phased by lack of vision and my objective was completed. I'm not gonna get into too much detail but as my flow waned I had to come closer and closer to my target until i was practically kneeling of the damn thing like I was praising God.
But of course my praying/cursing echoed throughout the entire apartment JUST as my mother was coming home and she barges through the door not to ask me if I was okay but to say "WHAT DID YOU SAY IN MY HOUSE???"
....I gotta get the fuck outta here.