The bladder is better than a road sign

What am I talking about?  I hoofed it back (via car) from Cincy last night and I had to pee so bad I was hallucinating.  I hate stopping more than words can say.  There’s no worse feeling on earth, though, than when you get to your exit.  Then some weird body thing happens and you really have to go.

I would have driven 75 through the red lights, but I have a bit of an issue with traffic laws, so I didn’t.  I was pulling into the condo and it was so slippery, I almost lost control…at 10 mph.  Then I remembered at the condo meeting I approved the policy of no plows until three inches of snow.  Nice move, dumbass.  If I had a time machine, I would have pissed in it first, b/c I couldn’t hold it anymore.  Step 2, I would have went back and pissed on the minutes from that meeting and screamed, “You did this!  Not me!  This is on your hands…and table!”