One Hundred

When I woke up this morning stupid Jay Fischer was lying naked next to me, mewing as he snored. I was on my side, face mashed into a pillow. My hand touched wet sheet, and I noticed that the wetness stemmed from the gentleman snoring peaceably next to me. Jay Fischer had pissed himself after drinking all twelve of my little sister’s Mike’s Hards last night. Jay Fischer had wet my bed.