i just learned that diaper changing is warfare.  I thought it was merely routine maintenance before.  I took off her diaper, cleaned her up, bent down to toss the dirty diaper, leaving her exposed to the elements, but I didn’t realize I was exposing myself to the line of fire.  BOOM.  orange solids and liquids shot out of her anus in a stream that seemed destined for my being.  she got it all over the changing table, dresser, diaper bin, and carpet, and I escaped.  This time.  Seeing her attempt had failed, she let off the self destruct device; her bladder.  Urine covered her body and what was left of the changing pad.

You win this time, Juliette.  Your father will be more prepared in the future.

I was staying in a hotel with Kallie’s family, and I went over to the other room where everyone was.  As soon as I walked through the door, Wally prompted me to answer this question.  I paused, half defeated.  I thought I was in an unfair position due to my freshman dorm experience at Pitt.  You see, in Lothrop Hall, it’s all singles, and each room has a sink in it.  Being an introvert, prone to a crazy sleep schedule, and just general laziness, it’s only a matter of time before you cave and pee in the sink.  It’s straight up behaviorism psychology.  So yes, I’ve urinated in a sink, and I bet at least 90% of men who lived in Lothrop did as well.

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"Treat problems from the perspective of a dog;  If you can’t eat it or hump it, pee on it and walk away."

 - Friend’s cube flare

I GOT OFFERED THE FULL TIME POSITION AT MELLON!!!!

i gotta drink a whole bunch of water tonight so i can flush my system of all that crack out of my system