I was walking around with my friends. It had gotten pretty late and, either, none of the places were open or didn’t allow non-customers to use their restrooms. Eventually, we came across a funeral home. Thinking it funny, my friend and I went into the parking lot, stood on opposite corners, and, for lack of a better term, pissed our brains out.
As I stood there, I heard my friend singing “Hey Jude” and told me to start singing it as well. Confused, I went along with him. He told me, afterwards, that it was his public urination song and that he sang it whenever he was pissing in public. Thinking that the idea was hilarious, I decided to sing that song whenever I would relieve myself as well.
I’ve been singing it ever since.
The Parking lot was at a slight slant and the piss came back to wash over my feet. A great night to wear flip-flops, no? I guess, that’s what I get for disrespecting the dead.