At the bar, pretty busy, but I gotta take a whiz. I go thru the back door, I gotta secret spot, I hit it, and after I’m done, I shake. Shake the dew off my lily.
Am I the only one that has this problem? No matter how much I shake, I put it back in, urine down the leg. Big spot in the boxers, know what I’m sayin? You’d think, after all these years, I’d figure outta trick. How to get it all in the toilet. But nope, without fail, my shake is not enough.
So this time, I’m adamant about gettin it right. I’m gonna stand here, folks, till I get every drop. I squeeze, and let go. I use different techniques of shaking. I’m vigorous. I stop at nothing for complete dryness of underwear, and leg.
Finally, it’s time. I don’t know how anyone could possibly do it better. With anticipation, I put it back in, awaiting the outcome. I take a deep breath. Oh my God, I think I’ve done it!!!! No wetness…and no drippage down the leg.
I zip up, buckle up, feelin good, like I just had the best sex of my life.
I go back to the bar, its slowed down, I start chattin with my fellow bartender. I see him look downwards, for some reason. He says, what happened with that?
I look down, and its splattered all over my khaki shorts.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.