Potty Time

I think I've got some kind of a bathroom complex. There is always something bad (funny, sad, or just ignorant) that I see, that I do, or that happens to me that is associated with the bathroom. There's got to be some major trama that happened to me at some point in my early life to have causes this problem of mine. Or maybe I'm just wired wrong: Probably. LOL. Oh well, shit happens but hopefully in the bathroom.
OK, so here is today's installment of Potty Time.
My brother has some kind of stomach virus. Yea. I hope I get it too. LOL. But anyway, he's been spending quite abit of time in the bathroom, sometimes long noisey periods of time. So some of my meds make me have to pee bad. It's not old woman meds, it just works like it is. But anyway, he was in the middle of one of his episodes where he was trying to chip the toilet bowl and wouldn't get out so I could pee (like I really wanted to go in there without some protection from the death gas that was erupting from his sphincter). So I peed in an empty 20 oz coke bottle. Normally I would just take a whiz outside somewhere, but it's cold and there isn't any cover here. It's an apartment complex. Back home, it would have been no problem. But back to this morning, I put the lid on it and sat it on a table till it was safe to go in the bathroom and pour it down the toilet. And, I forgot about it.
This afternoon, my Dad came in and started cleaning up in the apartment. He saw the bottle and told my brother to see what it was. He took the lid off and smelled of it and dropped it like a bomb (you thought I was gonna say someone drank it, right. Nope, we're not that dumb). It hit the floor and splashed up on his leg, on the wall, and all over the floor. I've heard of IED's and WMD's, but this couldn't have been one of those. It was an EPB, Exploding Piss Bottle. And it must have been some kind of RANK to have caused that kind of reaction. I didn't think my pee smelled bad. But I don't think my farts do either. So, what do I know?
So the next thing was the reaction. There was some shock but no Awe. It was more like shock and anger. For me. I just busted out laughing and said, "Sorry, I forgot". Then I hid in the bathroom till my Dad was able to control him. But it was great. I'm so proud. It must be Karma or something. Shit is still catching up with him for all the crap I had to put up with.
So for a part of the afternoon, I've been trying to get pee out of the carpet and off the wall. I've had to clean the same spot on the carpet 5 times. I see a carpet cleaner in my future, probably tomorrow. Mom isn't that pleased with the state of affairs around here. LOL.