re: #989 MandyManners

Ah ha! I just found one from the prinicpal about his peeing in the sink at the behest of his buddies—they dared him to do it but one little darling then told on him. He thought he deleted it completely but I searched for the principal’s name and found it. Oh, I am so gonna’ choke him. I don’t know which is worse: taking that dare or deleting that e-mail. I’m pounding the keyboard now. Gonna’ do some deep breathing. Maybe pop a Valium. Both. What the fuck was he thinking? Was he thinking?

I got a peeing story. My grand dad was a tough old German who lived in the basement. The basement had this great long sink where he washed the vegetables he grew in the garden. One day in high school me and the guys were practicing for the garage band and one of the guys went over and started to pee in the sink. I yelled for him to stop. He says, why, it’s a urinal. And by gosh it was. Granddad had found it at the dump and installed it in the basement for a sink. I’m from a small town and had never seen a urinal like that. Maybe that’s what’s wrong with me now. ; )