5 mins. ago I was sound asleep,letting my body work out a weeks worth of chemical obscenities. House is pitch black and totaly silent. Then I realized that at some point I had shit my pants. Or someone else had shit them. Or I had put on someone else's shitty pants. One thing is clear,whoever shit them had done a good job. Lower back,butt and legs,all shitted with what felt like a massive amount of whatever I had eaten. It was still pretty wet and judging by the lack of crusting pretty fresh. It's also cold. Whoever had shit my pants had done it less than 2 hours ago,and done it with skill. Now the hard part,roll of the couch and try to get to the shower without dripping shit all over the carpet. Moved legs off the couch and felt feces flowing down to ankles. This is so bad,so much shit there's no way to avoid spreading shit all the way to the shower. That's why ive decided to go back to sleep and save the horror until morning,when my wife can enjoy it with me. Yep,I'll just drift back into my coma until I can share this with her. Good call man,good call.
This is not fiction,I'm covered in shit and still hung over. Right now I'm laying in someone's shit.
Damn I throw good parties!