I'm so sorry dude. It seems pretty dayam intentional if he unleased hurricane Erika in your room. I don't know anyone who's gotten so drunk he's paid the water bill in circles in a room. Kick his ass after he pays you back. My $1.00-.98=.02
The difference is one is a person Uprising will pay to clean it, to be reimbursed later, and the other is Uprising. I think if it were me I would go with the professional.
DT is just being a numbnut. Having him clean it up may invovle him coming over several times over several different days, depending on exactly how bad the damage is. Having professionals do it would only take a few hours and would be well worth it in my opinion. Especially if you bill the other guy.
Are there "professional piss cleaners" out there and if so, how are they listed in the phone book? I have a cleaning service that cleans my apartment twice a month and I would never ask them to clean up all that piss.
I saw a special once on that show Dave Attel hosts at night. It was about a guy whose job was to go around to crime scenes and accident scenes after all the evidence was collected...and basically clean up the mess. The guy made a living sopping up blood, guys, crap, piss and whatever else there was that the police didn't want to touch. It was pretty gross, but I bet a person like that would do it.
Remember this incident? Well here's a little update... The dude who did this, is a future brother of mine. He and my sister just got recently engaged. Man, do I have a story to pass on through the generations. The guy is a really nice person, and I ended up becoming friends with him before him and my sister dated. That night was just one really awkward night. I've never seen him like that since, thankgoodness. Edit: I don't really know why I just brought this up, for some reason it was in my mind though.
Ugh. This reminds me of a story of my own. A former roommate of mine was throwing a moving-in party in Houston so I went up there and one of my friends from the LC tagged along. Long story short, everyone at the party got destroyed with my friend getting the worst of it. I decided to let him have the couch as we were all passing out and just as I was laying down on the floor ready to fast-forward to tomorrow, I see my frient get up. Then he stumbles around to the other side of the coffee table, completely unconcious and sleep-walking, whips out his dong and takes a lengthy piss on my ex-roommate's coffee table. My reaction went something like, "Dude, what are y-AWWWWWW!! Motherf-AWWWW!!! Stop! Stop pissing! Awwww!! You ****!" He was so out of it he couldn't even refasten his jeans properly. In any case, there was no way I was going to have my ex-roommate come out of his room and discover his coffee table had been turned into a urinal by some dude I brought to the party. Additionally, I had no choice but to sleep next to the puddle of piss. So, what did I do? I sucked it up, got out a huge roll of paper towels, and cleaned up my buddy's ****ing piss. The next day my friend had absolutely no recollection of what had happened and was only forced to believe me by his ill-fastened pants and the fact that you just can't make **** like that up. My ex-roommate was understandably perturbed by the incident, but he's been mighty drunk himself before and realized that it wasn't really as bad as it sounded. Piss is sterile, and you can't stain a coffee table. Still, he must have cleaned that b**** with 50 different sprays and waxes. Cleaning the piss was gross, but it didn't really bother me much. In college I worked summers for the water company fixing cracked sewer mains, so it didn't even rank in the top 50 nastiest things I've had to touch.
Hmm...explain to me again why people want to drink and lose their minds and do crazy things like piss all over someone else's property? ::shaking my head:: If any drug should be banned, it is alcohol. There is no more destructive force in our society, IMHO. Anyways, that's a diff topic...so sorry to hear about that man, hope everything works out for you. If I were you, I would take pictures of everything he graced with his pee (like someone here already suggested) and then take his butt to court if he doesn't pay to repair/replace everything he damaged out of his own pockets. Again, hope everything works out fine for you.
Dude, that story was freaking hilarious! Sorry, dude...I would of kicked his drunk ass out of the house.
That's hilarious!! I was reading and noticed it was from 2003 and whaddya know? Definitely milk that story for all that it's worth! Do you still have the pictures?
I didn't realize it was two years ago. The "now your brother-in-law" bit will a make for a hilarious punchline when you tell this story from now on.
I have my own little story, though it's not urine related. My younger brother had a birthday party at Jillian's about 2 weeks back. His friend took my dad's digital camera out of our house without telling anyone, then at Jillian's he lost it!!! His story: He was playing an arcade, but he said his pockets were too heavy, so he placed the camera on a table nearby while he was playing. When he was done playing, he went to the table and it was gone. We find out the camera is missing when we didn't even know he took it out of the house in the first place!!!!! Then he has the audacity to say "It's your fault, it's your camera." It is a Camera Powershot SD500, a $500 camera plus there was a $60 512 MB SD Memory Card in the camera. What an idiot!!!!!!!! He's banned from my house and officially not my friend unless he foots the bill.
Well, as long as we're exchanging drunken piss stories... Years ago, an aggie co-worker/buddy and I were on a business trip (we were road warriors - I don't even remember what town we were in). We had gone to various restaurants and bars and my buddy knew that I was driving the rental car, so he proceded to get slovenly drunk. When the evening of excess came to an end, we returned to the motel where we were staying (on the second floor). He was barely able to walk and I was helping him up the staircase (the elevator was way over on the other side of the motel). He mumbled, "I gotta piss." I said, well hold on a second, we're almost to the room." I turned to lock the car with the remote, and that's all the time it took for him to drop his drawers. With his pants and underwear around his ankles, he slowly waddled up the staircase, urinating freely. He reached the top and walked toward the room, leaving a trail of pee behind him. I stopped him, and said, "Dude, you are NOT going to piss in the motel room!" He looked at me, confused, walked to the second-story edge and pointed his pecker over (peeing throughout this entire time non-stop). As he peed from the second story, I could hear a "tsss tsss" noise coming from below accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting metal. I look over the side to see that his urine stream was landing on the hot hood of our rental car and steaming off. Eventually, he finished peeing, and waddled in the room, where he promptly passed out. For the rest of the business trip we got to drive around in a rented Ford contour that reeked of baked aggie piss. the end
