Oh my

Ok, so last night Lisa, Neil and I were standing on their porch at around 4 am when we see a rather old, very drunk guy walking up Regent St. He has already removed his shirt and had slung it over his shoulder as he must have been thinking it was a particularly warm evening. He then realized that he needed to relieve himself immediately so he directs his path towards the telephone pole directly across the street from where we were standing, bounces his gut off of it, nearly falls over and, drops his trousers. After finishing peeing all over his shirt that is now on the ground he attempts to leave, unfortunately those pesky pants are still around his ankles. “Screw this” the drunkard thinks, and he continues to kick off his pants on the side of Regent. He manages to remove them by entering someone’s patio and leaning on their railing. He stands there in all his nudeness for some time as we ponder calling someone or going to see if he is ok. We see him back flip over the railing and make a very loud thud as his naked body hits the ground. By now it is obvious that this guy needs some help so with the aid of some Asian guy who lives in the next house shining a flashlight and Lisa giving excellent instructions on how to properly put the correct leg in your pants and arms in your shirt he manages to make it three houses further up the street before being picked up by the cops.