I crashed at my buddy Mark's place last night due to excessive drinking for his bday. Willie spent the night by himself here at the house so when I got home he was really happy to see me. I let him out and fed him and then plopped on the couch in my boxers to watch some football. Willie sits next to me and I say, "Puey! You farted man." So he leans over and sniffs his ass, which is touching my leg, and looks at me. A few minutes later I still smell it so I chastise him a bit more. He rolls over and I look down and the little fucker diarrhea'd on my leg. It wasn't much dookie, but I was baked thus elevating my terror substantially. Press here to dispense gravy.
