Random Moments – I Peed In My Back Pocket

hkasmfSo I am at work on a Friday  and I have to use the bathroom. Usually, I do not use the bathroom at work unless it’s an absolute must. I’m the type of guy that likes to be at home, on my own toilet, and do my business in familiar territory.  My stomach doesn’t care about all that though.

I head into the bathroom and spray Lysol all over the seat.  This is my public bathroom ritual.  After the seat is lathered in antibacterial goodness that kills 99.9% of all germs, I wipe the seat down.  I then peel off 3 squared sheets of toilet paper and lay it across all 4 sides of the toilet seat.   I can now sit down.

I take my shirt off because I do not want my shirt to collect the odor that rises from the seat below while I am using the bathroom.  I know, this all sounds so dumb, but again, this is my ritual (my after the bathroom ritual is equally as bad — think: soap, wet wipes, using the sink as a bidet, and manpons until I can go home and shower).  I am now shirtless, sitting on a toilet paper covered toilet seat that has been doused in Lysol, with my penis…ah yes, my penis.  I didn’t mention my penis.  Well, other than urinating prior to sitting, I will hold it in my lap and lay it across the toilet paper at the front of the seat.  There is no way I am going to let my dick hang into the toilet.  Would I put my face down inside the toilet seat while someone sits on the back of my head?  Would I put my hand in the toilet seat slightly letting it touch the sides or on a good day, even dipping my finger tips into the filthy water itself? Absolutely not.  So why on earth would I let my most prized possession dangle below me, inside a disgusting toilet bowl strangers defecate in?  I wouldn’t.

So as I sit on the seat and text Venice about the latest gossip going on in the office, I feel a second urge of urine stream.  Forgetting where I was, I released the stream and heard water sprinkling onto the floor.  I quickly jumped up and grabbed my penis and aimed it down into the toilet.  I looked at the back of my pants that were pulled down around my shins, and noticed the entire back of them had been peed on.  Soaked.  The floor as well, but who cares about the damn bathroom floor.

I peed on the back pockets…of my fucking pants.  What?  Thankfully I bring a change of clothing just in case I have to see a client on casual Friday.  So I make a superman like change into my slacks and shirt with a tie, and reappear from the bathroom a new man.  A few co-workers notice and I look at my watch like I have a meeting to go to.  I leave the office, circle the block, and come back in a few minutes and make up some story about having to meet up with someone.  No one knew I just pissed in my own back pockets, but I knew.  And now…you know. Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself Peed Myself

*edit.  I totally forgot I wrote this blog on Friday and scheduled for it to go live on our weekly scheduled Monday morning blog.  So I reread the story and cracked a smile. A smile on Monday? That makes pissing in my own back pocket on Friday totally worth it.  🙂  Have a good week you guys! peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself peed myself

Top 10 Drama Movies

imagesI’m not a big fan of the drama genre, which is why so many of these are older movies. These are my classics.

 

10) Lord of the Flies – The first time I saw this I was in elementary school and I didn’t care about the underlying themes like savagery vs. civilization, individualism vs. community, authority, and anarchy and all that other crap. It was like soft core porn to me seeing all those half-naked, older boys in loin cloths as they sharpened their spears.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=cITh6ZxlljQ

9) King of the Hill – Before there was a cartoon series, there was a movie based on the memoir of A.E. Hotchner. Summer during the Great Depression was accentuated by the warm camera filter and everyone constantly perspiring. Poor Aaron. No kid should ever have to cut out pictures of entire meals and eat them. No kid should have to mix ketchup with water for tomato soup. No kid should ever fight off a Nazi bellhop whose purpose in life is to wait for unsuspecting tenants to leave so that he can lock them out. No kid should ever have to attend his middle school promotion alone. The upside? Ruffian Adrien Brody in the back of the auditorium cheering you on as you ascend the stage. This movie has Child Protective Services written all over it. It always reminds me of the time I had to cook for me and myself and my brother for about two months. What did I cook? Corned beef and onions. I lost five pounds on that diet.

8) The Sixth Sense – A lot of rule-breaking in this movie, but we all were in need of it. Bad. Best part of the movie – realizing New Kids on the Blocker, Donnie Wahlberg, is the guy who shot Bruce Willis. I didn’t even recognize him from my Tiger Beat magazine clippings he was so thin. Maybe if he put on his holey acid washed jeans and a grew a rat tail I would have recognized him. Nevertheless, his 30 seconds in the movie was pretty damn good.

7) Gone Baby Gone – I can’t believe Casey Afleck and Ben Afleck came out of the same vagina. When I first saw “Gone Baby Gone,” it was before Ben Afleck had done some really good movies that made up for the crap that he’s done before. So you can imagine how shocked I was to see Ben’s little brother show some delightful talent.

7a) To be fair to Ben, I did love “Gone Girl.” The twist came in about 2/3 of the way in rather than at the end, but it worked.

6) The Usual Suspects – This is one of those movies you have to watch at least four times (depending on your mental capabilities) to really understand what just happened. You’ll feel like you just got duped, but in the end you’re rooting for the right side. The montage at the end (the Guatemalan coffee, the Kobayashi mug, et al.) has you questioning just what exactly is the truth. Well, guess what…there IS no Keyser Soze! I had a fun time with that during my struggling college years working at a local cafe. Once I worked the morning shift, which entailed slicing slicing Havarti cheese at precisely 0.75 ounces per slice. Each person who slices has to write their name on the food. I wrapped and labeled each stack of Havarti that morning, not with my name, but signed elegantly: Keyser Soze. And so, all day, I snickered to myself as I told everyone who asked that there, indeed, was no Keyser Soze.

5) Tombstone – You’re lying if you’re a guy who won’t admit to having a man-crush on Val Kilmer. You get a little taste of just how an obnoxious poor winner Val Kilmer’s Doc Holliday can be in the beginning poker scene as he stabs Frank Stallone, but it’s not until he stops an irate Johnny Tyler, equipped with a shotgun, from opening fire on Wyatt Earp. Doc goes on casually, greeting each Earp brother in front of Johnny, who is dumbfounded and shocked at all these celebrities before him. Doc then turns to Johnny, still hanging on to his weapon, one last time and tells him, “I didn’t know you were still here. You may go now.” My best friend had a crush on him when after she saw this movie.
“Girl, please. Name another movie he’s been in,” I told her.
“…”
“I didn’t think so.”

4) Se7en – This whole movie is fucked up. The ending is even more fucked up. Just be glad it’s not based on a true story. I keep track of the seven deadly sins within the movie because it encourages you to. Toward the end you think, “In what other sinister ways can these sins be shown?” When Morgan Freeman opens the box at the end and cries, “John Doe’s got the upper hand!” I still get a knot in my stomach as Brad Pitt pleas with his homicide partner. Every time I watch it, I hope that he chooses to take the higher road, but that would go against the movie title, wouldn’t it?

3) The Road – This is one of the most stressful movies I’ve ever seen in my entire life. If they’re not looking for food, they’re trying to fight off cannibals. What in holy crap?! Even when they’re huddled around a fire in their tattered clothes and in no immediate danger, I still feel unsafe. The first time I watched this movie, I stopped it three times because I couldn’t handle the stress of the dad deciding on whether or not to shoot his son in order to keep him from getting captured or them running into strangers in general.

 
2) What’s Eating Gilbert Grape – A few years before the Titanic guy saved Rose, he was in this little movie with Johnny Depp flaunting his acting skills. Who knew? The first time I watched this I was at my aunt’s house. She rented it from the local movie store on VHS. At the end of the movie, the VCR rewound the tape automatically, but wouldn’t eject it afterwards. As my aunt fiddled around with the tape, I said, “Well, it looks like the VCR ate Gilbert Grape.” Hee-hyah hee-hyah.

1) The Professional – You know what’s beautiful? A hit man taking in a 12-year-old so that she can avenge the death of her little brother. Jean Reno as the Professional is so endearing because of his innocent, goofy look, and it’s also forgivable that he kills for money, like “He just shot that drug dealer in the head…aww!” My favorite scene is when Gary Oldman and his crooked cops massacre the family of a little girl named Mathilda. No, not that. But when young Natalie Portman is forced to walk by her murdered family nonchalantly in order to land at the doorstep of her neighbor, the Professional. The music is intense, the Professional is torn with the decision to leave her outside, while he sees her begging with her teary eyes through the peephole to let her in. Oh, Mathilda..you’re such a badss when you smoke cigarettes. Ok, I tried a few cigarettes once because I wanted to be a little bad ass too. It was Earth Day and I thought it was hilarious and I thought it would be a perfect day to pick up a bad ass habit. I chain smoked six cigarettes (is six considered a chain?) at a party with older, seemingly bad ass kids. I got a chance to practice my bad ass move of flicking the ass with my middle finger. An older girl walked up to me and asked if she could bum a smoke. I turned to her badassingly and said, “Nah, this is my last one.” My mom ended up taking my bad ass to the hospital that night because of hives.

Random Moments – Sleeping Beauty

sleeping beautyDuring work at about 2 P.M. I got a text message from Venice saying she had a bad headache and she was headed to the store to buy some Ibuprofen.  It’s allergy season so I figured it was no big deal.   At about 5:30 P.M. I see her car pull up to my office and she gets out and switches seats.  I call her on her cell and ask what is going on. She tells me she is tired and needs me to drive her home.  She felt guilty because she knew I wasn’t off yet and offered to sleep in the car until I was off work.   Of course I immediately close down and go outside to see what is wrong with her.  She asked if I could leave my car at work and drive her home.  She can’t seem to stay awake.  I agree, but ask if I need to take her to the hospital.  Something just wasn’t right.

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Random Moments – Our First Threesome

asian doctorYears ago, when Venice and I were still dating, we explored each other’s bodies daily.  I had never really touched my body, my testicles, and as I already mentioned in a previous article, I masturbated prone.   I was young, around 19 years old, and during a blow job while standing up Venice felt a lump in my testicles.  This was a first for me, as I had never really explored my testicles and didn’t really know what all the different textures felt like.  After she showed me, I also felt the lump.  This freaked me out so I made an appointment with a doctor on a military base.  I was still a military dependent in college, so I could still use the on base facilities.

On the day of my appointment, I was a bit nervous.  I had never dropped my pants in front of a doctor so I didn’t know what to expect. What’s funny is, growing up I played sports but was extremely shy, so my dad would sign the all my sports physical forms, as a doctor, to save me from having to drop my pants and cough while I was a teenager.  I know that sounds dumb but I appreciated not having to be humiliated. I probably wouldn’t have played sports in school if my dad actually made me go to a doctor prior.  I hated the idea of exposing myself.  I also didn’t think I needed a doctor to fondle my nuts while I coughed to know that I could play basketball (which I played every day my whole life up until that point).

Back to my lump.  As Venice and I sat in the back room waiting for the doctor to enter, we heard a female voice next door talking to a nurse.

“Seargent Tucker came in today again,” the first female voice announced.

“Oh no,”  Responded the female second voice.  “Again?”

“Yes, I walked in the room this time and he had his penis already out, exposing himself to me.  This is the 3rd time this week he has came in and had me check him,” said the first female voice.

“That’s ridiculous,” responded the second female voice.

“While I am checking him he starts getting an erection so I stopped immediately,” says the first female voice.

“You should call his commanding office and let him know what he is doing,” the second female voice responded.

At that point I made a funny face and looked at Venice.  Venice looked back at me and made a hand motion of someone giving oral sex and fondling a man’s balls.  I couldn’t help but laugh.  I suppose on military facilities there isn’t really a “knock before you enter” protocol because my physician entered the room and caught Venice giving oral sex to air while I was watching and laughing.  What a great start for such an embarrassing situation for me.

lucy-liu-beach-253734749The doctor, an Asian lady that resembled Lucy Liu, asked if she was interrupting something.  Like two shamed school kids, we both looked down and shook our heads no.  She then asked me what my reasons were for coming in that day. I explained to her that we found a lump in my testicles and wanted to know if I was dying.   She asked me to stand up and remove my pants so she could have a look.

Jeez, slow down Doc.

So, let me list all the things going through my mind:

  • Doctor, how long do I have to live?
  • I hope Venice doesn’t slap this doctor for touching me.
  • Please penis, don’t be “just stepped out of a cold pool” tiny right now.
  • I hope the doctor doesn’t laugh at my penis.
  • I hope my dick isn’t swollen or too big.  I don’t want her to think I am Seargent Tucker
  • Will she be able to tell that my penis is crooked just by looking at?
  • Oh God, why the fuck does she have to be a woman.
  • Oh God, why the fuck does she have to be a Asian woman.
  • Oh God, why the fuck does she have to be a cute Asian woman.
  • I hope the doctor doesn’t excite me and cause my penis to grow.
  • Her hands better be warm if she touches my balls.

Seriously, what the fuck is the proper etiquette with your penis when a doctor enters the room?  Is it allowed to be stretched a bit so it isn’t totally shriveled?

1Not to be a pervert, but I can see why Seargent Tucker seemed to be having so many penis problems himself.  This doctor was adorable.  I started counting sheep in my head trying not to think about anything sexual.  I was extremely embarrassed about exposing myself to a doctor, as the only person that had ever seen me nude was Venice, but I guess you can say I have this thing for Asian women.   Doctor or no doctor, I said a small prayer asking the Lord to please help me control my penis so it does not make any sudden movements.  I pulled my pants down and watched the doctor eyeball my penis and testicles.  She fondled me for a few moments and couldn’t find the lump.  I asked if I could show her where, and she nodded.  I put my finger on the area of the lump and she placed her hand where I was pointing.  She confirmed she also felt a lump and asked me to lay down.  I still had my pants halfway down to my knees and wobbled my way to the patient table.  I looked over to Venice, who was making her tongue poke out the side of her cheek inside her mouth, to suggest a blow job, and gave her a dirty look.   As I laid there naked, exposed to the doctor who was fondling my balls, with my girlfriend watching, I wanted to disappear from earth.  I hated every second of it.  I really felt even more stupid when I found out there was nothing wrong with my testicles and it was merely a bent vein in my sac that hardens (when my testicles are not fully sagging) when I stand up.

Years later Venice teases me about this situation and calls it our first threesome.

My Young Mind – Why I Love Ryan

Page 1The other day, Ryan (Mahal) and I were looking through his box of memories. It was filled pictures of me through various stages of my life, movie stubs, receipts from local movie rental stores, postage from care packages, candy wrappers, and letters I’d written to him while he was away at college. Sometimes on a roll of cash register paper that he’d have to unfurl to read, sometimes on cardboard packaging, and sometimes on college ruled paper. We spent most of that night looking at his memories. He cried a few times as he remembered how in love we were, and still are. It’s like we blinked and we went from being giddy teenagers without a care in the world to being married, raising our young, and spending our days together doing yard work and taking vacations and caring for each other.

Here is one of the letters that I wrote to Ryan reminding him (and me) of the many reason why I love him.  Please keep in mind, I was young and he was my first real love. Also, emoticons were around before computers!

1) he took my virginity

2) i took his virginity

3) he likes to talk to me

4) he listens to me when i bark

5) he licks my back and makes me feel tingly

6) when we kiss, he looks with his eyes open

7) he gets me drinks when i’m thirsty

8) he massages my feet when i just take off my shoes and they’re all hot and sweaty

9) i’ve felt every feeling except [anger] towards/with him

10) he’s my best friend in the world

11) he learned to comb my hair and make it tangle free

12) he puts puzzle pieces together and helps me find the pieces i need

13) he eats food from my mouth

14) he eats already chewed up stuff from my mouth, so all he has to do is swallow

15) he massages my back

16) he likes to go grocery shopping with me

17) i like how he looks in baggy jeans

18) he answers all my questions when i think he’s not paying attention

19) he licked my molars with his tongue

20) he ate ice cream off of me

21) i talk to him as my boyfriend or my best friend

22) he has a cutesy face

23) he has a cutesy smile

24) he has a cutesy butt

25) he has cutesy hands

26) when he’s mad he looks even more cutesy

27) he is a little shy boy

28) he’s a real talkative man

29) he says “ihh…you put ice in your milk! That’s gross” and then goes home and ices his milk

30) he rubs off on me

31) i rub off on him

32) we rub off on each other

33) he cares about my feelings

34) he cares if im mad

35) he calls me collect and says to call him back as his “name”

36) he talks like a little baby sometimes

37) he talks like a grown-up

38) he copies the things i do and say

39) he looks cute when he thinks too hard

40) he looks good with a shirt off

41) he reminds me to put my seatbelt and slow down when i drive too fast

42) he holds my hand (and sometimes puts his arm around me) in public

43) he made my bed

44) he knows how to share his toys

45) he gives me whatever i want

46) he gives me piggy back rides

47) he does what i tell him

48) he doesn’t let his eyes wander

49) he wrote poems for me

50) when we ice skate he holds my hand

51) he likes how i look

52) he sends me things in the mail

53) he kisses so well!

54) he has a cutesy face

55) he’s smart

56) he would never cheat on me

57) i get all his attention

58) he eats ghetto cheese and mountain dew

59) he likes the stories and poems i write

60) he lets me cut his nails

61) he wants to do nasty things

62) he asks to do nasty things

63) he cries when he feels like it

64) he lets me in the bathroom when he’s peeing

65) he learned a lot of things from me

66) he made me believe that i can really love someone

67) he shows me off

68) he started liking Jon B. when he only liked rap

69) he has a cutesy face

70) he is thoughtful to me

71) he makes my heart flutter

72) he’s honest

73) he likes to be clean

74) he likes to get dirty

75) he’s a deep thinker

76) I’m the happiest when I’m with him

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