Every 4th Saturday night at Foobar, a magical thing happens – “She’s Lost Control” is held, and a bed-wetting regular lurks among us, hunting his next victim. Since tonight is the next regular installment of “She’s Lost Control”, we wanted to remind everyone that the Foobar Bed Wetter is still on the loose, and you could easily wake up beside him (or with him on your bed/couch) in just a few hours from now! Maybe we could get some of the neighborhood watchful idiots on the case? Bob Acuff seems like he’d enjoy the ‘case’ ?
After last months event, this post went up on Nashville Craigslist hours the following Monday morning:
In a move that was punk rock as fuck, a mysterious stranger pissed got her to pay for his uber, borrow her house key, and then pissed in her bed for the trouble – and left his wet underwear in her makeup bag as a parting gift!
The full text of the Craigslist ad:
YOU: STRANGER MALE AT FOOBAR WHO POSED AS A FRIEND OF MY DRUNK FRIEND.
ME: “PISSED” (LOL) OFF GIRL, WHO HAD A STRANGER PEE IN HER BED & SHOVE HIS PISS UNDERWEAR INTO MY MAKE UP BAG BEFORE ESCAPING VIA CLIMBING A FENCE.
to this person, i’d like to thank you personally from my urine scented bed – glad to have paid for your uber, provided my house key and safe warm dry couch (but hey, thanks for passing out in my room instead). hey man, i’m sure you didn’t do it on purpose, doubt most grown men enjoy pissing while asleep – but so very uncool brawh. grateful nothing worse occurred, thoughts on wanting to take me to macy’s and buy me some new bed jawn (sheets/comforter/mattress topper)? because i surely need some.
MORAL OF THE STORY FOLKS, GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE, HAVE THEM PEE IN YOUR BED.
xxx one upset goth girl
Don’t wake up WET!
