Pissed... Almost

I don't quite know of anyone decent and above five-years-old, who still has wetties at night now, but I almost did.

So there I was squatting over the toilet, and I remember I was really really on a high-tide. But there I was also pushing and grimacing, and no matter how much I would, er, push, nothing would come out.

I remember feeling really flustered, and wanting to push harder when... I suddenly opened my eyes, realized what the hell was going on, and then made a groggy dash to the bathroom.

It marvels me, how our subconscious works.


And no, I never meant the dirty kind of wetties.