There was this time in my life while galavanting I was totally not going to hold in successfully the dire numero uno expulsion to make it to hit the actual head. My desire to not getting registered as an offender for merely releving myself which is already an offense and I prefer to not have the lenient crime when it is stapled to the serious unfounded inaccurate crime even if I could have gotten just the public urination not doing it at all even better. But at this point the agony was such that choices had to be made. I scuttle in to the closest thing to cover was available and had a bro keep look out distally so him being there doesn't look like he was doing exactly what he was doing that is keeping guard. It was not a plan without negative consequences, there was the sentry blind spots. So I am just actually not literally but might as well be, liquid sand blasting water jet machining the pillar in the corner of the parking garage. The pressure was high is the take away. I then see not zero indication of some kind from one of the blind spots but this false alarm turned out I just assumed it was the real deal. There I am thinking about not getting into soap dropping scenarios over this horsehockey. I decided to really crank up the pressure and just finish the mission before anything happen at all. As I put more umph into the number uno numero dos is just semi sold streaming into the back of the boxers retaining with the crack and the drip and accumulation at the gooch. I am just then dissociation into a catatonic state of how did I allow this to occur to me, of total disbelief and shame. Fortunately despite the consistency somehow didn't reach the outter garment at all. Thanks boxer briefs. So I throw them thangs down in a flash and quickly Pele kick them off into safety before the splash zone could leak on it. Skip to the loo practical jump my entire body out of the vile underpants and I come of the shoes as a leap frog. Two now also ruined socks later I am going commando in the slacks. I can only imagine the thought process that must have occurred when the first person saw a completely destroyed set of underclothes just straight chilling in parking garage like thats a thing to do. Problem wtf is wrong with people and or they don't pay me enough for this shit.
