Meh fine, well this one actually kindda hurt my feeling so be gentle.
Anyways I was having a party at my place a while ago, had a good amount of people by about 10ish, so I was walking around figuring out who I don't know so I could kick them the hell out (since I know I don't have like 100 friends) Anyways, i'm walking around and who do I see? my old ex! yay! (booo) So she starts talking to me all nice like "how have you been" "ohh yeah nice to see you" meanwhile i'm thinking about where I'm going to stash her corpse. Well we're talking, we're drinking, we're talking, we're drinking. So we get on that dreaded topic of "why did we break up" and all that piss and vinegar. I'll skip some stuff here, and now we're all hanky panky on the couch 'talking' about getting back together. Her phone rings, it's her friend she goes all blah blah blah walks away.
I went to go put on my toga. Why? because, now shut the hell up. I just wanted to wear a man dress. Yes naked, just the toga, shut the hell up. So now i'm all pissed again, i'm ditched at my own party... so now i'm getting straight plastered, drinking everything in sight. So I stumble out on my front porch for a smoke (I don't smoke indoors) holding a vodka bottle and a pack of smokes. This is where the problem begings, so bear with me.
I light up my smoke... then it hits me... I gotta piss. Not only do I got to piss... I'm wearing a toga (shut the hell up) so it's not like I can just unzip.
AND both of my hands are occupied. Now mind you i'm drunk, so I guess I didn't think it was possible to put down the bottle, go inside, and use the normal toilet. So I do the next best thing, roll up the toga... erm... thrust foward... and let it freestyle, all over the porch, the house, the flowers, etc.
Then I hear the lovely shrill *****y voice, saying the same thing it always sais. "OH MY GOD PAV WHAT THE **** ARE YOU DOING?"
Yeah it's her...
Conversation wen't something like this.
me- uhhh... had to... uhhh.. you know..
her- piss while... what the hell are you wearing?
me- it's not yours don't worry.
her- This is why we can't be together
me- why?
her- Because you're ****ed up right there! *pokes me in the head*
me- ohhh.
Anyways she then wen't inside and told everyone what I had done, and they prolly wouden't have believed her had I not been wearing the dress toga (shut the hell up)
I think I fell aleep in a lawn chair that night, bleah... I had school the next day too, very uncomfortable it was...