I was annoyed. I charged out of the house and with a grumble, I walked in front of the lemon tree. I knew they used the lemons to make lemonade and, well, eventually it won’t be the only yellow liquid they would be drinking. Then again, I didn’t want to pee out there to begin with, I was told to get out and pee so I did exactly what they wanted me to do. With a frustrated flurry, I whipped it out and began watering the tree.
As I started singing my song, I couldn’t help but think about the quote from “Forgetting Sarah Marshell”, the one about when life gives you lemons, fuck the lemons and bail.” That’s what I should have done. Instead of giving the tree a “refreshing” little drink of the purified liquids from my body, I should have left and taken my bladder somewhere I would have wanted to pee in. No one tells me and my dick what to do. Unless we’re fucking but that’s an entirely different story for an entirely differnt time.
I stuffed it back in, zipped up, finished the line of the song, and stomped back into the house.
