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 ï>¿Sandra gets pissed too!

   Jen decided she would clean up her mess later, after the sun goes down
and it isn't so damn hot.  She called her friend Sandra.  What up bitch? 
Oh, nothing.  I just pissed all over my boyfriend, or should I say
ex-boyfriend.  He kind of doesn't want a girlfriend that pisses on him. 
The wus.  What?  Pissed on him?  Are you high?, or drunk?  No Sandra,
really...I peed all over his sorry ass.  You should have seen it.  It was
fucking hilarious.  Seriously?  Yeah.  You need therapy.  Yeah?  Well fuck
you too Sandra.  It is fucking hot.  He needed to cool off.  Pee isn't
cool, Jen.  It is disgusting.  Yeah, well, it's all over my couch and
floor. I guess I'll have to use clorox.  Not looking forward to that chore!
Say why don't I come over to your place?  We could walk down to the creek.
I gotta get away from this stench.  Uh...sure.  I guess.  Just don't pee on
me, ok?  Jen just laughed, and thought, God!  I'd love to pee on Sandra! 
It was so hot, and Jen just wanted to shit and piss all over the fucking
world.  Let everybody just eat shit and die, she thought.  I no longer give
a tinker's damn!

   Sandra was sitting on the stoop, wearing a pink bikini.  Jen could see
her cameltoe, it looked so inviting, like a nice little snack.  Hey,
Sandra! I can see your cunt, you cunt!  That is soooo not funny, Jen Jen
had never felt so fat as now, with the Georgia sun beating down upon her
sweaty skin.  She needed to pee again.  All that damn ice tea I drank.  But
I had to keep drinking, it's so freaking hot today!  I gotta pee.  No
kidding No.  Really.  I'm gonna go right here, I don't have enough energy
to get back up.  Ewww.  That's gross, Jen!  If you have to, aim for the
grass, not the sidewalk, ok?  What fucking difference does it make where I
pee?, thought Jen.  Stupid cunt.  It's just pee after all, everybody gets
so pissed.  She began laughing.  What's so freaking funny, piss girl?  What
has pissing got to do with being mad?  Why do we always say that we are
pissed when we mean we're mad?  That's weird.  Who the fuck knows?  I am
getting a little pissed just talking about it.  Can we change the subject
please?.  It is too hot to be talking about peeing.  It's gross!

   Jen suddenly grabbed Sandra's head and pried open her mouth.  Sandra
began struggling but Jen could hold her down with no problem.  God!  She
really needed to pee now!  She avoided looking into Sandra's eyes.  She was
fucking terrified.  Jen lifted her stinky, sweaty ass up off the step and
pulled on her shorts so violently they ripped.  A huge stream of bright
yellow-orange pee surged out of her and into poor little Sandra's
struggling mouth.  Soon the pee was flowing back out of Sandra's mouth and
she began to gag.  But Jen just kept peeing, soaking Sandra's hair, and
forming a puddle all over the steps, forming a river flowing into the
dandelions.  Jen knew this was wrong, and didn't fucking care.  It's so
damn hot, she thought, as though this fact excused her, made all of what
she had done this afternoon perfectly understandable and reasonable.  It's
hot!  Wouldn't you?

   Jen wasn't at all sure of what to do next, she was just walking in the
bright hot sun.  She could hear Sandra screaming and crying.  You are
sick!! You should fucking be put away for life!  You are nuts!  Crazy! 
God! How could you do this to your best friend?  You peed in my mouth, you
fat fucker!!  But Jen knew if she just kept walking, the voice would grow
fainter, and after a while she wouldn't hear it at all.  Shit!  He had to
pee again!

   Jen pulled back her shorts, only to discover that she had ripped them
leaving her cunt exposed.  She had been walking along with her cunt exposed
to the whole wide world of Savannah, Georgia.  Fuck them!, she thought, let
them gawk!  She crouched down and let her stinky piss flow out onto the
asphalt.  Then, she heard the siren.

   At least it will be cool there.  Jen thought.  It is so damn hot this
afternoon.