I’m one of those people who pee when I laugh too hard. Ask any one of my close friends. They know not to make me laugh until after I’ve emptied my bladder. Even then, it could still happen. There are certain friends who, when I have plans to see them, I have to carry a change of clothes with me. You know who you are.
Now I have a new problem. It literally started about a week ago. If I wait too long to go, it just kind of comes out. Look, I know I act immature, but this is ridiculous. I feel like a damn toddler.
I was telling my mom about this new development. She has the same problem. The only difference is she’s pushing 67. Mom’s always have the best advice. She told me to start wearing these:
Sex in a box. 30 of them. I love how it says “Serenity” on the carton. There was a time when that meant taking a long hot bubble bath because you’ve had a rough day.
The other problem I have with their advertisement is this:
Well, I peed a little there too. It didn’t help that the kid was outside snapping pictures of me and having a good laugh at my expense. That was not one of my finer moments.
Can you imagine me in, let’s say, 20 years? Unpeelievable.Mo