So I get back to the backpackers and jump into bed, get to sleep and am feeling pretty good when the loudest bunch of cunts burst into the room and noiselly go about making up their beds and getting ready to sleep etc. Im pretty good at sleeping through stuff, so I ignore it and go back to sleep everytime they make a crash until I'm aware of my bed shaking abit and people are using the name "Jeff" alot. So I open 1 eye and see "Jeff" standing just centimetres from my head. I open the other eye and realise that he's got his pants down and is having a piss with the piss streaming just a couple of cms from my head and some of it running onto my coat, sleeves and suitcase. I was so fucking livid, If he'd have slumped just abit more I would have woken up to a face full of piss, and I'm just not into that!!!!! "Jeff" took the longest hardest piss I've ever seen or heard, I couldn't fucking belive it, I was ready to swing punches when I first saw him, but by the time he'd stopped, lol I'd mellowed somewhat, so I took out my bad temper verbally on the night staff instead - well its foolish to punch a pissing person isnt it and they were piss-weak anyway so to speak?! The guy, "Jeff" was sleepwalking or sleep pissing I should say after a huge night on the grog. So today I have no warm clothes as they are soaked in his piss. The only good thing is that my suitcase is one of those ones made from hard plastic with no zips. I was able to stick it under the shower without any thing inside getting wet.


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