I dribbled down my pants last night waiting for the fukking retard lady to check me into motel. Skipped the last gas station/ truck stop and thought I could make it to my new room.
Fukking clown was her 1st night. She's punching buttons on a computer thats not even on. Calling for her boss who's outside smoking. I'm standing there, knees shaking, squeezing my prostate for whats left of control.
Guy finally comes in and gets things going, then he handed me two free ice cold waters and I broke the seal. Fukkin jeans a little soaked in front. I quickly ran out the door, past my car, and into the trees out front where I began to relieve myself. Of course a car pulls right into that spot and has the lights on me, pissing, using my left hand only as my right hand has both waters and is holding my jeans up respectively, as I don't wear underwear, and couldn't afford to let them go.
I finished, zipped up, walked past the car w the old couple still in it, and went up to my room to watch hoops.
