I am one with my body. Especially my bladder. Especially my bladder after drinking beer. “Bill,” it sez to me, “gitcher sorry butt up if you don’t want me pee all over yer Scooby Doo sheets.” There is, to be sure, a feeling of cosmic relaxation and satisfaction afterward. Assuming I get all the way to the john. I think I should stop typing now.
Assuming I get all the way to the john. I think I should stop typing now.
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go to the bathroom, Bill. Right now.
You got Scooby Doo sheets too???!?