Thinking of lots of things I've done my mind keeps creeping back to when I was 16.
I went on holiday to Malta with my Nana, her friend and my best friend. My and my m8 were out being naughty (as you do) went clubbing and got blind drunk. We noticed it was creeping up on our curfew time so we bolted home (I never had time to do something important before we left)... got to the appartment complex and I said to my mate that I couldn't wait to get up to the flat as I was desperate for the loo... so bad that I had to keep stopping and crossing my legs real hard (you know what's coming here don't you)... got to the stair well that led up to the appartment and BEHOLD a gargantuan fucking cockroach blocking the way... my m8 daintily leaps over it and swings round to look at me... I'm terrified... would not jump it. This led to hilarity from both of us... we laughed so hard at the situation (late home, drunk, desperate for the loo, trapped by a cockroach the size of a small cat).
So, all the laughing makes me a bit braver and more on the brink of wetting myself... I leap over the cockroach and slip on landing right on my arse... burst into a fit of laughter and it happened I sat and literally pissed myself, which made us howl even louder. This roused the downstairs guests whose front entry I'd just sat and pissed all over. He opens (yes HE
) the front door and sees me laying there laughing covered in pee. I wander upstairs walk through the front door and my nana is waiting... pissed off. Liz told her what had just happened and she couldn't do anything for laughing. Sent me to shower, drink black coffee and go to bed.