When I was a little boy of four, I think, I got to tell the department store Santa everything I wanted for Christmas. There I was on santas' lap, telling him how I wanted army men and dinosaurs (at least, that's what I remember wanting at that age), all the while, I was relieving my full bladder. To this day, I recall leaping off of Santas' lap to join my parents, while Santa was staring down at the wet pee stain on his pants. You know, I do seem to recall my parents walking away with me really fast.

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by Anonymous on Aug 30, 2006 at 2:30 PM

A similar thing happend with me but not with Santa. I think I was around five at the time and my poor excuse for an Uncle use to like holding me in his lap which I hated. So to get back at the old fart, one time I let loose with my full bladder while he was holding me. I managed to get his pants really wet and he was sure angry but I thought it was funny as hell and laughed my ass off. However, my father didn't think it was so funny and I got one hell of a spanking that day but I didn't give a shit, my uncle got what he deserved. And the fucker didn't try holding me after that.

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