#drunkpiss

[gassyguys]

Had a few too many beers at the game and couldn't aim or hold my piss #PissAndAMiss #DrunkPiss #drunkpissing #beerpiss #urinalproblems

[gassyguys]

Had a few too many beers at the game and couldn't aim or hold my piss #PissAndAMiss #DrunkPiss #drunkpissing #beerpiss #urinalproblems

[boxingjack5]

#drunkpiss

[missuzyq]

So I found this SFM picture I did, Then I saw the two others. The two others I did when I realized that Sniper wasn’t tall enough.

Mr. Legs, everyone. Just making Sniper the way we all see him. Made with Legs by ZZ Top for inspiration.

No I don’t know what I was on. And now I need a pic where Sniper’s like this and aims with his feet

[scatteredaccounts-blog]

The Day I Gave My Dogs a Bath on My Birthday

Sweet Sixteen did not come to my house for my sixteenth birthday, in fact if they did it would have been more like an episode of Sixteen and Pregnant minus the me being pregnant part.  My expectations had been made pretty low throughout my life, but I liked it that way, so that I could laugh when things went exactly as I knew they would. In my adolescence I clung heavily to one particular TV show, Gilmore Girls. Like somehow watching it I could pretend I had a kick ass mom/best friend combo and rich grandparents that would pay for my college. My older sister bought me season 1 on dvd and I melted with excitement and popped it in for a solo sixteen TV marathon to end all.  My loner tendencies found a lot of comfort in this as opposed to a big poppin' party in which a main stream terrible hip hop artist appears to tell me my papa bought me the "wrong" color of insanely expensive car.  About three episodes in my mother was at the point of pass out drunk in her room, so I was peacefully watching this cheesy show, when she made her way out of her bedroom in a haze toward the laundry room.  I ignored her as per usual and the thought occurred to me, "What does she need with the laundry room right now?"  I tried to ignore the thought and keep watching but a good two minutes went by without her resurfacing in the doorway so I reluctantly made my way back there.  There she was in all her glory, the mother, pants at her ankles sitting directly on top of the dog kennel filled our family dogs.  Before the word no could escape my lips the piss started. She thought she was on a toilet and not on top of my beloved pets.  I stood there mortified for the entirety of her urination and then swiftly pulled her up and shoveled her back to her room, cursing.  Now I had to spend the rest of my sweet sixteen party of one bathing the piss soaked puppies.  MTV where were you?