In the restroom at the doctor's office, all the piss samples were lined up in a delicious Caldor-colored rainbow. Tatum looked at them, grabbed a cup, and poised herself over the toity to cop a little squirt. She didn’t really need to leave a sample, but she couldn’t help herself.
I’m way better than all these twats, she thought, filling the cup to the brim. All the others had yielded an inch or less. Christ, look at that golden glow, she mused, as she held the cup to the light. Now this pee’s the picture of health. Best in the house.
She set her cup on the sample table with a satisfying pop, and pulled up her skirt.
Not one of these little hosebags has had a sip o’water all day, I’ll bet. One sample had an especially eery orange glow. She picked it up and sniffed. It smelled like Flintstones vitamins. Flintstones. Jake Rumfrey, her one true love, used to eat Flintstones by the jar. She sniffed again, and for a moment, she thought she would never leave the john.
Date Written: August 7, 2003 Author:Jimson S. Sorghum Average Vote: 3.3333
Comments:
08/27/2003Phony Millions (4): this has some good smell-memory stuff that I can relate too, and then it's hip that it's from the female perspective.
02/27/2004annebot (2): Urine good health!
02/27/2004Jimson S. Sorghum: Wow, a pun. How witty.
02/27/2004anonymous: is there gonna be a cat fight?
02/28/2004Mr. Pony (4): Tatum is such a horrid name.
02/28/2004Jimson S. Sorghum: Shut up, Dylan.
02/28/2004Dylan Danko: Jimson, that wasn't me!!!
02/28/2004Ewan Snow: Dylan, you were the only one posting at 10:40 last night. So it probably was you. You also seem to be anon_use_d.
02/28/2004Dylan Danko: This is slander and I'm going to take it up with the Elders.