light reading for the waiting room

Since you're all horribly disappointed in me today, I'll give you a little something to tide you over as you wait for tomorrow's post. This is a little fact that nobody knows about me.

When my brother and I were 9 and 12 respectively, on a vacation, we had our own hotel room, while our parents were in the one next door. I had to take a piss really bad, and didn't have time to lift the toilet seat, so I pissed in the bathtub. To be honest, I didn't really have to go that bad, but he was going to take a bath as soon as I was done peeing, and I was just as loving back then as I am now. As soon as I was done pissing, I told him what I did. He got really upset and refused to bathe that night... what a stinky little bastard.