I went to a lot of parties, some I shouldn’t have. And one I took a friend to, and he definitely shouldn’t have been there. I told him he’d be on his own, he knew it going in. So what followed, I couldn’t be held responsible for any of it.
About an hour and a half in, the dude is passed out in the bathroom. It’s at a bar, and not a “nice” bar either. Loaded with guys on two wheels, if you get my drift. He’s in one of the two stalls, and he’s getting a “little” wet. Uh oh.
About another hour goes by, I go to check on him. He had fallen in between the toilet and the stall “wall”, and guys had been “mistaking” him for the bowl. Yep. Soaked in piss. Luckily, nobody had started shitting on him, yet, so I grabbed his fucking ass and got him out right then before it got any worse. Because it would’ve, I knew these guys. He was going to become a chocolate pudding cake soon.
Goddamn pansies, everywhere.
Careful out there,, fellas.