Ding Dong

Some years ago we were a bunch of people meeting to get drunk, before we had to go to a party of some kind. This time we had to walk somewhat 500 meters to get to the party, but me and a friend had to piss on the way from A to B. It was the old part of the city, so the streets were narrow and the houses went all the way out to the street. We therefore had the choice between pissing up someone's house or standing in the middle of the street.

We used our drunken logical sense and chose to stand on someone's doorstep, pissing up the front door. It wasn't nice, but somehow it made sense.

Now standing there shoulder to shoulder, enjoying a good relief, my buddy suddenly turns to me saying: "We should probably run." He says it in a calm way, not alarming me in any way, so I just ask him why. "I just rang the doorbell," he answers.

I tell you, we ran while trying to stop peeing and closing our zippers. Grinning and yelling we ran so fast we could, without looking back, checking if someone came out.

Signed The Dane

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