ghoulslime
06-19-2005, 06:32 AM
Come listen my children, and you shall hear the midnight ride of Ghoulslime.
I went on an evening ride, starting at Venice beach. I drove up the coast to Malibu then started heading home to Alhambra. By the time I got just north of Hollywood, sometime around 11:00 or so, I really needed to pee – I mean we’re talking a wicked piss, Russian racehorse quantity. I had to piss so badly, I was thinking about finding a bookstore to get a book about swimming. Fortunately, when I was a boy scout, I learned to tie knots. I had six square knots in my willy and still it was about ready to flip all around like an errant garden hose.
Anyway, I went into Hollywood to find a gas station or Macdonalds or someplace with a can. Hollywood on a Saturday night is not a good place to try and find a public toilet. I drove through the crawling traffic thinking each minute may be my last dry minute. Finally, I just said fuck it and pulled off into a quiet residential neighborhood, and drove down into the parking area of an apartment. It was dark and deserted – perfect for my purpose. I just left my car running and hopped out. I went behind a car and let loose the wrath of god.
You think that Tsunami in the Pacific was bad? Whew! You should have seen Ghoulslime pee. Well, actually you shouldn’t have seen Ghoulslime pee. When I was almost finished, I heard footsteps behind me and noticed a woman who saw me the same time I saw her. There wasn’t much I could do but finish flooding the earth. I zipped as quickly as I could and went and hopped into my car.
I realized she was still just standing there with a look of shock on her face. I had been peeing right in front of her car. She had a Bible and what looked like a hymnal in her hand. What could I do but smile and wave as I drove away?
:/
I went on an evening ride, starting at Venice beach. I drove up the coast to Malibu then started heading home to Alhambra. By the time I got just north of Hollywood, sometime around 11:00 or so, I really needed to pee – I mean we’re talking a wicked piss, Russian racehorse quantity. I had to piss so badly, I was thinking about finding a bookstore to get a book about swimming. Fortunately, when I was a boy scout, I learned to tie knots. I had six square knots in my willy and still it was about ready to flip all around like an errant garden hose.
Anyway, I went into Hollywood to find a gas station or Macdonalds or someplace with a can. Hollywood on a Saturday night is not a good place to try and find a public toilet. I drove through the crawling traffic thinking each minute may be my last dry minute. Finally, I just said fuck it and pulled off into a quiet residential neighborhood, and drove down into the parking area of an apartment. It was dark and deserted – perfect for my purpose. I just left my car running and hopped out. I went behind a car and let loose the wrath of god.
You think that Tsunami in the Pacific was bad? Whew! You should have seen Ghoulslime pee. Well, actually you shouldn’t have seen Ghoulslime pee. When I was almost finished, I heard footsteps behind me and noticed a woman who saw me the same time I saw her. There wasn’t much I could do but finish flooding the earth. I zipped as quickly as I could and went and hopped into my car.
I realized she was still just standing there with a look of shock on her face. I had been peeing right in front of her car. She had a Bible and what looked like a hymnal in her hand. What could I do but smile and wave as I drove away?
:/