We slept with a boy between us...it was so not gay.
Have you ever had to urinate so badly that each step you take towards the bathroom is like a direct and powerful blow to the bladder? Have you ever had to pee so badly that you can hardly walk? No? You have not experienced this phenomenon? If this is the case, consider yourself fortunate. That sniveling ball of imbecility was me about two minutes ago before I braved the sixty-ish feet that lies between my bedroom and the community style bathroom. I was forced to waddle into the stall because my pants had already hit the floor forming a puddle of denim around my ankles before I could even extend my right arm to pull the door open; luckily there was no one utilizing the facilities at that point (not for my sake, but more so to maintain the use of their retinas). The alleviation of my bladder produced a feeling of euphoria that touched the depths of my soul.