Today I Pissed In The Sink

couldn't hold it to aim toward the toilet,
I drank too much soda and I had to go pee bad
there my engine was cast went right for the sink
can't even wink to dismiss this earthly bliss with a time well spent in thought

In my experience, men who pee (or tip their pee bottles) down the sink, don't tip it straight down the plughole - they tip it down the sides of the sink first. They also decide to economise on water to the extent that they make no attempt whatsoever to rinse the pee off. This means that before long, like a few minutes as the water evaporates and the urea becomes concentrated, - YOUR SINK WILL STINK!!! And, as the sink always seems to be the one you want to brush your teeth in, this means that your first task in the morning is to scrub out the sink else half way through brushing your teeth you will suddenly feel rather ill and probably throw up down said sink, which will then need an even more thorough clean. But the sponge you scrub the sink out with will then need to be hidden from the rest of the family who will otherwise attempt to wash either themselves or the tea-cups with it. Our sink is a pretty basic one with a straight tube draining the waste water away, but if you have one with a u-tube thingie fitted, it will always retain some pee no matter how much water you use in a futile attempt to rinse it out, and every time you approach the sink your stomach will clench in fear of the stench that will rise from the plug hole as you reach for your toothbrush.

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