© Copyright 10-22-07 by 45 Mike
A man wakes up, takes care of personal needs, showers, all that stuff. Puts on clean clothing, feeling sharp.
At some point in the day he encounters one of them women that cranks up his libido, usually it’s really all her fault, she spent who knows how many hours getting all dolled up to make folks slobber and drool just at the sight of her. Or maybe just a dab of perfume that has some extra kick and range. Perhaps a conversation got just a bit over the edge.
In any case the poor guy can’t help getting at least a partial erection.
Now, some of you gals might not know this, but when most guys get an erection, their reproductive system produces a pre-ejaculate, basically it’s a lube, to ease insertion. Yes ladies, we lube up too.
Anyways, nothing happens of course, mundane events intervene, and the erection, what there was of it, dissipates.
The guy goes about his day until his bladder tells him it’s time to find a restroom.
The poor guy has forgotten all about the little excitement earlier, he just needs to piss.
During the interim, that lube has dried up and at least partially sealed up his pee hole.
Unzip, find the lil bugger, get it pointed in the right direction, (and yes we DO aim, (quite well, usually)), let loose with a stream that would knock down a small campfire, and alla sudden pandemonium breaks loose, cuz that dried sealed pee hole is not a well aimed rifle any more, it’s a damn sprinkler that sprays everywhere BUT where we aimed it.
That my dear is why we peed on the wall, the rug, your magazines, the back of the toilet seat, and possibly your towels too.
But it’s really YOUR fault!!
(Humor from 45 Mike)