Posted by Depressed on January 06, 2000 at 19:11
I had the day off today and my wife was out of town so I had planned for the last week to have an all-out peemypants funtime. I started the day off right by wetting my sweat pants in the kitchen while making coffee. The chairs and the floor are waterproof, so I kept them on while I had breakfast and then changed into some jeans. Over the course of the rest of the day, I alternately held my pee until near-bursting and then erupted in my pants. I pissed the sweats, 4 pairs of pants and some jean shorts today. A few hours ago, I ended the day sitting in a plastic lawn chair in front of the TV, power-pissing those jean shorts while I wanked myself nuts to a Patches video. And then I realized I had just pissed away (literally) an 8 hour day when I could have been doing bills, cleaning the house or car or doing any number of more productive things. Now I know what everyone is going to say: I have a right to a little self-indulgence, don't feel guilty for doing something you like if it doesn't hurt anyone, other people spend 8 hours enjoying other non-productive things even if it isn't sex and so on and on and on. That's all well and good, but after your nuts have finally exploded and you find yourself sitting alone in a dark house in cold, damp pants with pissy laundry and a cleanup shower awaiting you, it isnt much concelation. Sort of sucks in fact. I wonder, if there was some magic switch that could just turn off our interest in watersports, how many of us wouldn't flick that bastard off? Its weird, but I dont think I would turn it off even as let down as I am after the wanking is over. And even weirder, here I am, only an hour and a half later, surfing Wet Set. I need a fucking shrink.
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