Ugh.
So last weekend I was dead to the world and my dad came in to wake me up for our usual Saturday father-daughter shopping excursion. He gave me my breakfast and left, and as I was rolling over all groggy-like, I noticed that my leg felt...wet. And my shorts (I was wearing those super-comfy dude basketball shorts) were wet. Like clinging to my leg wet. I was like "...did I pee and not notice it?" I looked down...
...nope.
I did not pee.
It looked like my lady business had gone on a murdering spree in the night.
I was both disgusted and fascinated.
...nope.
I did not pee.
It looked like my lady business had gone on a murdering spree in the night.
I was both disgusted and fascinated.