But Ma, it was ok three days ago!
I am going to tell you a story. This story concerns a young boy, a toddler, this little boys name is Drew. Drew Proctor, my brother.
One day, toddler Drew and my parents were near "a wooded area" and little Drew had to pee. Seeing how there were no bathrooms, they took drew over too the wooded area, pulled down his pants, and told him to go the bathroom. Granted, he did. When he was done, well he was done, he pulled his pants up, and walked on as normal. Now, shoot forward three days. Mom, Dad, and Drew are at either Fathers Mother's, or Mothers Mother's and Father's. A long, hard, bloody battle has been fought onto the real place he did his grievous act (if you have not guessed it by now, get some help.) So, little Drew is outside, and has to go pee. Now, remembering three days ago, he thinks, "What the heck?! I did it three days ago!" and walks over to a tree (Drew, at Grandma's this would be the three trees along the fence we always climbed, at Gran and Grandad's...well, I don't know.) Back to the story. Drew has walked up to the tree. He pulls down his pants, and hey, look Ma! I'm peeing! Yes sir, in the yard! But hey, I did it three days ago right? It's all good! Oi...
Another fact to back up the truth that men are, by design, irreverent where they pee.
Fin.
One day, toddler Drew and my parents were near "a wooded area" and little Drew had to pee. Seeing how there were no bathrooms, they took drew over too the wooded area, pulled down his pants, and told him to go the bathroom. Granted, he did. When he was done, well he was done, he pulled his pants up, and walked on as normal. Now, shoot forward three days. Mom, Dad, and Drew are at either Fathers Mother's, or Mothers Mother's and Father's. A long, hard, bloody battle has been fought onto the real place he did his grievous act (if you have not guessed it by now, get some help.) So, little Drew is outside, and has to go pee. Now, remembering three days ago, he thinks, "What the heck?! I did it three days ago!" and walks over to a tree (Drew, at Grandma's this would be the three trees along the fence we always climbed, at Gran and Grandad's...well, I don't know.) Back to the story. Drew has walked up to the tree. He pulls down his pants, and hey, look Ma! I'm peeing! Yes sir, in the yard! But hey, I did it three days ago right? It's all good! Oi...
Another fact to back up the truth that men are, by design, irreverent where they pee.
Fin.