As a young teen I would find myself at parties, picture this though. Being piss drunk and not wanting to wake anyone while going to the bathroom. It’s 5 am and everyone is done partying. You find yourself to self conscious to step over the number of drunk teens to use the restroom.

All you can do is find the brown towel in the laundry basket and hope for the best. You let your bladder release while holding the towel underneath but end up splashing that hot chick in your math class with a face of urine. Ouch, there goes your social status.

As the years go by you find yourself in the same place expect you are able to piss on the towel with the right timing of moving it, speed of piss and right movement to ensure that you only soak the towel. You have mastered the craft of pissing on dry towels to ensure that the ground is clean of urine and the towel is drenched.

Now put yourself in my position. This was me and will always be me. I am the master of pissing on towels. Thank you.