So, my brother, Matthew, is kind of a crazy kid.
He says a lot of hilarious things.
He also has this problem where he holds his little bladder until the very last minute.
Yesterday, he was walking home with his friends.
Their house is left, our house is right.
He turned right to cross the street and
...
according to him
...
he couldn't take one more step else he'd wet his pants.
Even though our house was about 10 seconds away.
So what did he do?
Found a nice spot to drop his britches.
The gutter.
Right on the corner of our street,
for all passerby's to see,
was my little brother taking a leak into the drain.
I dunno where the crap he gets it from.
But I kinda like it.
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