I went out the other night to a club with the Norwegian. At 5am he decided to call his mother. He slurred in two languages, at the same time. After we got kicked out because of him we started walking home, but as he’d drunk so much he needed to pee. I waited on the roadside while he started to pee of the side of the road down the slope. He was aiming for an empty chip packet, but the urine stream started to wash it away. Naturally he started chasing it.

Running down a hill, cock in one hand, jeans around your ankles is bound to have some sort of consequence. Gravity was indeed a bitch that night and Norge fell. He tumbled, with cock in one hand and a stream of urine arking into the air, he was picking up momentum as he continued to roll down the hill. The hill had been dry due to drought until a stream of Norwegian urine had turned it to mud, and let me tell you, mud sticks.

When he finally came to a stop, cock still in one hand still, he was covered in urine based mud and he’d lost his jeans halfway down the hill. I only wish I had managed to capture it on film.

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Written by Adrian on 03.06.07 at 2:49 pm.