Mallory Ventura was having a sleepover with her boyfriend John McCain. They made lots and LOTS of pink lemonade. John drank most of it, though, he had a very weak blabber so 20 minutes later he drank them he instantly regretted it. They were just sitting have a normal conversation and getting settled for bed. "Hey babe i really need to go to the bathroom, like really really really badly need to pee." John Interrupted.
"Well i do to but worse than u."
"Well im going 1st!" John exclaimed Resisting the the temptation to hold himself with the fack that he had to pee. They both raced to the bathroom each giggling at each other. The moment they got there she locked herself in their. She didn't even have to go.
"O god o god ohhh god. Its coming." He started to pee. He somehow stopped the flow though. Forming a grapefruit sized patch on his pants. "Can you pls HURRY UP AND GET OUT. I NEED TO PEE SO BADL..." He started to pee again, but this time, he couldn't stop it. Hot pee came gushing out and onto the floor.
