tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post2126160442232783939..comments2009-11-14T19:53:24.292-05:00SPEAKING FROM THE CRIBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00875665332513211981speakingfromthecrib@yahoo.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-63971057808611522802009-11-14T19:53:24.518-05:002009-11-14T19:53:24.518-05:00I&#39;m pretty sure &#39;clogs&#39; doesn&#39;t mean the same thing to me as it does to you... because I&#39;ve never heard of clogs with heels. <br /><br />I once peed in the bathroom stall at school. I had to go really badly and made it as far as the stall, but didn&#39;t manage to get my pants down and my butt on the seat before the inevitable happened. Of course the school bully was in the next stall. She laughed at me and threatened to tell a teacher. I cleaned it up with toilet paper and begged her not to tell anybody. And, oddly, she didn&#39;t. I still wonder why.Reluctant Housewifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14325779468888692342noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-57199117780899656022009-11-13T23:06:06.335-05:002009-11-13T23:06:06.335-05:00I haven&#39;t peed on myself- YET - after 3 kids though - I feel it is close!Tiarashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03036618235332598079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-30297460627898011942009-11-13T16:15:10.871-05:002009-11-13T16:15:10.871-05:00Hi! *waves* So you don&#39;t know me, and it&#39;s completely bizarre to begin our blogship by talking pee, but here goes. <br /><br />So one day, in the 6th grade, I was coming home from school in a bus. I was wearing...wait for it...electric blue stirrup pants. I know. I so totally rocked my pants. <br /><br />Anyways, bus drops me off, I have urge to pee but think, dude, I can totally make it the 6 block walk home. <br /><br />Until...I saw it. What&#39;s &quot;it&quot;? &quot;It&quot; was a frog that tried to jump off the roof of a house and it&#39;s little frog leg got stuck to the eaves as it was in California and 9,000 degrees outside. <br /><br />And I laughed. And laughed. And peed. All over my electric blue tights. In front of all my school bus homies. <br /><br />Phew. It&#39;s cathartic reliving this painful pee memory. <br /><br />Kearsiesoundsliketomatoeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03761802871601144652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-5830759510679791732009-11-13T14:12:59.660-05:002009-11-13T14:12:59.660-05:00Oh yeah, this is a good one for me. When I was 14 I stayed the night with my BFF. We were going to be in the PARADE in our small town the next day. She was a member of a belly dancing studio (WTF? I know.) and they had a float. She asked me to walk with her. So I stayed the night and tried on different satin belly dancing pants to wear so I looked like a belly dancer. I laughed so hard at these maroon pants I was wearing I pissed ALL OVER. The pants, the legs, the feet, the CARPET. And then I freakin&#39; lied and told her everything was wet before I sat down?! OMG.MiMihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405187347144334323noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-58553093913435286102009-11-12T19:53:58.878-05:002009-11-12T19:53:58.878-05:00Genetics were cruel to me and passed down the bed wetting gene straight to my DNA. It was cruel, really, for a 15-year-old to still wet the bed. That&#39;s about the time I stopped, but I know there were accidents after that. <br /><br />The worst was on a trip to a far-away state when I was 16 years old. We had a competition to attend, and we all got roommates. One of mine, the one I bedded with, incidentally, is now a lesbian. But I digress. I peed on her during the night. I did. I didn&#39;t want to, but she made me to go Bennegan&#39;s for dinner and drink three Cokes so late at night. She totally asked for it and had it coming.<br /><br />So I peed on her, but it was not my fault. I awoke about 3:00 AM to the warm, wet feeling that only comes from sleeping with your own urine outside of your body. And it was flowing over to her side of the bed. Because on a high school trip, they like to throw you all in a nice queen and call it a night. Our other two roommates were none the wiser, but I had to fix this or else it would be bad. Well, worse.<br /><br />So I did what any smart girl would do and went to the bathroom and filled a cup with water, brought the cup into bed and spilled it all over the pee. When she awoke, drenched in piss and tap water, I told her I was very tired and accidentally spilled the water. She was tired too, but not so tired to spill water in bed, or pee in bed for that matter. <br /><br />She gave me a highly questionable stare for a long time before helping me strip down the bed. I realized later than her glare was one that could only be given by a fellow bed pisser. I know she knew. Even today, I know she knew. And it actually makes the whole thing worse. It&#39;s bad enough to piss yourself, but to piss a fellow pisser is just wrong. I crossed the line.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04866280295791546341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-78760669574225685502009-11-12T18:58:29.411-05:002009-11-12T18:58:29.411-05:00I hate to break this to you, but no, we have NOT all done it. ;)blueviolethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13960276167677132860noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-14613301705931836852009-11-12T14:35:26.416-05:002009-11-12T14:35:26.416-05:00I was walking home from school one day (I was 10), and I had to pee. I walked home with my hand on my coochie the whole time. If I didn&#39;t hold it like that, I was sure I&#39;d pee. As I was passing a house, a man tells me, &quot;do you need to pee sweetie? you can come in a use my bathroom if you want.&quot;<br /><br />I was told not to talk to strangers, so I ran as fast as I could. Of course, I peed while running, but at least, I didn&#39;t go into that man&#39;s house.LMJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746888926301065265noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-61249868231214895172009-11-12T14:14:44.363-05:002009-11-12T14:14:44.363-05:00I am sure we peed a few times doing some of the things we did in college.......hmmmmmm.....trinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10494346216063626700noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-59525006914850315252009-11-12T12:29:07.146-05:002009-11-12T12:29:07.146-05:00When I was around 7 years old, I left a souvenier puddle at the Toys&#39;R&#39;Us. A neighbor friend&#39;s mom had taken us girls shopping and at some point I became so engrossed in the possibilities for Barbie&#39;s wardrobe that I lost them. After realizing I was potentially abandoned with my painfully full bladder, with not a bathroom in sight, I found an empty aisle, squatted, and left my mark. Of course right after this I was &quot;found&quot; and had to ride home sitting on a pile of plastic shopping bags.wines constantlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10195206667020087310noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-51388177397980621972009-11-12T11:13:13.197-05:002009-11-12T11:13:13.197-05:00&quot;Father, it has been three days since my last leakage...&quot;<br /><br />Uh, yeah... I&#39;ll confess. At my age...the leaks are small but none-the-less, I try not to laugh, cough, or sneeze in public.Wine and Wordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06778785233226804217noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-9216436853381139742009-11-12T09:41:34.582-05:002009-11-12T09:41:34.582-05:00Stopping by from SITS. How mortifying!Young Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11095895299899127666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-59994849059342807232009-11-12T08:26:11.773-05:002009-11-12T08:26:11.773-05:00I don&#39;t think I&#39;ve ever peed myself.<br /><br />Gross.<br /><br />However, <a href="http://www.midgetmanofsteel.com/2007/10/riding-my-bike-through-hershey-highway.html" rel="nofollow">I totally shit myself once and hid my underwear under my bed.</a><br /><br />Oh. Nevermind.<br /><br />That&#39;s worse.Moooooog35http://www.blogger.com/profile/13283153659252782869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-38285705880213413272009-11-12T07:53:10.908-05:002009-11-12T07:53:10.908-05:00So many inappropriate pee pants stories, so little time.<br /><br />You are a freaking riot.Alixhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10765083787738573580noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-49304567621022801492009-11-12T03:26:12.582-05:002009-11-12T03:26:12.582-05:00Funny! I&#39;ve never done that before but I can&#39;t even imagine!Christina Farleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03459203755170266842noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-6830083334889116112009-11-12T01:38:27.348-05:002009-11-12T01:38:27.348-05:00I bet pee on leather smells interesting.ScoManhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01257077420839039136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-69631628770431553722009-11-12T01:08:37.122-05:002009-11-12T01:08:37.122-05:00My little pee story is not really funny. It has to do with a bladder operation I need and cannot afford because I have no health insurance and still like to sing and perform. I was hopping around the stage as Cinderella&#39;s Fairy Godmother, and you guessed it - all pee broke loose. Fortunately, the petticoat and the costume soaked it up.<br />Yours is the only blog I break out laughing out loud at. -&quot;stinkery flow of yellow hell&#39; is what got me going this time. Thank you!Kasshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-47432255140332028882009-11-12T00:36:08.206-05:002009-11-12T00:36:08.206-05:00Never peed in church--almost passed out once though. Now I almost pee my pants often. Since being preggers and pushing for over three hours in delivery, I have some pee issues. Cute, isn&#39;t it?Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07022434817723918622noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-72941421555196464022009-11-12T00:28:19.544-05:002009-11-12T00:28:19.544-05:00Oh my word, that was hilarious! Hilarious! At least you were stylin&#39; while you were peeing your pants! At least there was that! I don&#39;t think I have any good pee in the pants stories, now I feel like a loser! :)Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10231049000884470572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-18565673089559587732009-11-11T23:07:26.948-05:002009-11-11T23:07:26.948-05:00Oh crap I am the only one who does this, at least a little bit, all the time! Third baby you know and my kids are funny. Giggle = Little Pee. I have allergies so sneezing = a Little Pee. Need I say more? Oops!Mommy Wordshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09805738254440737657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-25412163596026365892009-11-11T21:36:09.538-05:002009-11-11T21:36:09.538-05:00I was in 4th grade and in Spanish class. I raised my hand and asked for the bathroom pass, but the teacher said &quot;no.&quot; I tried to hold it until class was over, but my bladder gave way and I felt the warm wetness spread underneath me. Luckily, I was sitting in one of those kiddie desks with the deep seats which held my pee. When class was over I used my lunchbox to cover my behind and rushed to lunch. I sat outside and and prayed that the sun would dry my jeans before I had to return to class. When I got to homeroom, the Spanish teacher was waiting for me...she was not amused. I followed her to the principal&#39;s office and they called my mom. They accused me of doing it on purpose. My mom came to the school and asked me what happened. I told her it wasn&#39;t my fault because the teacher wouldn&#39;t let me go to the bathroom. Well, my mom turned to the teacher and ripped her a new one! Loved her for that.Teresha@Marlie and Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08700057904506855793noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-3944674022748346732009-11-11T21:21:09.891-05:002009-11-11T21:21:09.891-05:00Umm, well, I uh never peed my pants in church because I used to take my collection money and go to Friendly&#39;s for ice cream. I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll get the rotisserie chicken treatment in hell for that.DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13462948525190291080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-1136360670381702372009-11-11T21:20:48.817-05:002009-11-11T21:20:48.817-05:00Hi, thanks for visiting! You have a great blog! :) take care!Lilian Moreira εϊзhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07026643438190823213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-88523748264925458682009-11-11T21:19:13.367-05:002009-11-11T21:19:13.367-05:00My pee in the pants story happened in a pretty detestable Brownies uniform so not as sad as that pretty dress and fancy clogs. It was at a time when we were living at Grandma&#39;s but going to school (and Brownies) in a town several towns away, meaning that I spent a lot of time each day in the car. I guess it must have been the car ride home from Brownies. I had to go. There was no place to stop, and Mom advised me to hold it, but no such luck. Thank God, for vinyl car upholstery!Alissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16701189791875707920noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-78661562537846014232009-11-11T21:17:09.174-05:002009-11-11T21:17:09.174-05:00I&#39;m sure I probably did this at one time or another, but can&#39;t remember.<br /><br />As a guy, if we have to go, we just whip it out and go.<br /><br />Usually, it doesn&#39;t get on us much.Ed Adamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11425014053974689270noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3598571155580491697.post-88427327291924800382009-11-11T21:00:20.472-05:002009-11-11T21:00:20.472-05:00Sadly I am a poop my pants kind of girl instead of a pee my pants kind of girl (seriously, I wish I didn&#39;t have more then one poop my pants story)Momma Hunthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09273788279026700335noreply@blogger.com