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Here's Your Sign!

by lovey


I can't be alone in admitting that I have done some pretty stupid,crazy and embarrassing things in my adult life. Things that regardless how fast I run from the memory , every once in awhile "bang" it's like it just happened yesterday.

The other day I saw a picture of a trailer that a friend uploaded onto their page. That was the trigger my memory needed to relive one of my most embarrassing stunts from years gone by.

Every weekend hub and I use to spend with friends in Port Huron MI.
We'd enjoy shopping, good food, great music and lots of scotch.
We would camp in a "pop up hard top trailer".
You know the type I talking about. They have double beds on each side, the sink and fridge in the middle and a lil door with a couple of steps down to outside.
One evening I had a terrible cold and it required a bottle of scotch to suppress the hacking cough. ( That's my story and I'm sticking to it)
I wasn't feeling well outside at the fire pit, so I decided to go snuggle in a warm comfy bed until my head stopped spinning.
I had just got cozy when I realized I had to pee.
There was no way I was going to get dressed and walk to the washrooms. They were too far away and it was too cold outside.
As I sat there contemplating how I could relieve myself without staggering across the park, I noticed a bucket sitting by the door.
I got this brilliant idea, " pee in the bucket, empty tomorrow".
I climbed down from the bed, stood in front of the bucket and pulled down my long johns. I didn't want my bum on the bucket so I was straddling and began to pee.
All of a sudden I lost my footing and my bum hit the bucket, my back hit the door, the door flew open, and out I went with my long johns at my ankles, bare ass wide and white,and the bucket with pee in tow.

My luck it was a beautiful evening for a camp fire in the park. Everyone was out enjoying themselves and the entertainment was this "piss pot and me".
As they were laughing hysterically I grabbed my long johns and rose to my feet. I looked around expecting "Bill Engvall"to come from the woods, and say, "Here's Your Sign".

It will take me a month to put that memory away in the vault again, until the next trigger.

Come on, share, your "Here's Your Sign"experiences.