The Rogue Pisser

I know i have written about piss and being pissed on a lot lately and i am sorry about it but...this is my life. I have been recently stuck in a pattern of pissiness. I am either pissed on, pissed off, or someone in my family is in a pissy mood. Today i woke up and found my shirt wet, not soaking wet though. Just a little spot where my lovely handle is, a spot maybe the size of my hand.

Naturally i checked both boys...neither of them was wet and neither was the sheets! The first thought that came to my recently awaken mind was i got sweaty. But why would i only sweat in a tiny spot on my side and no where else? So, i checked the boys again and again they were not wet, not one bit. I decided i should take my shirt off, not only because it was wet but because i wanted to smell it to see if it smelt like piss and guess what? It did!

 I was now in the midst of a whodonit thriller involving piss and being pissed on. (big sigh, this is my life, lol) My list of possible suspects was short but i had very little evidence. This early in the morning required a much need cup of coffee before i could really think things through.

It was only me and the boys sleeping in the bed, MFKL had a little to much to drink and passed out in the spare bedroom. That means it was one of my boys, but which one?

I asked the boys when they got up if they had a pee pee accident or if any of there clothes were wet, and of course they both said no and to my surprise, they were dry and so was the evidence. I didn't have anything to bring the investigation forward, i guess i just have to wait for him to strike again. 

What i have on my hands is a mad pisser, i don't know who he is or when he will strike. What i do know is i will be pissed on again, and when i do i will catch him.

To be continued...