Fred peed again. He had problems. Amoung them, bladder control. He might
seem sure-footed in combat, deftly springing and hopping about, but this
was usually because he was trying to
restrain himself from pissing in his chainmail and soiling his underwear.
Every 15 minutes he had to piss like a race horse. One could say,
however, that his biggest problem was the fact that he was a raging
alcoholic. Maybe if he wasn't constantly quaffing brewskies he wouldn't
have to pee all the time. "Or maybe I just need a bigger bladder," added Fred, guzzling down another beer. "I call this stuff liquid bravery! If I wasn't plastered I wouldn't be here! No way I'd take on a dragon with a sober mind!" You need help, Fred."No I don't!" The first step to recovery is actually admitting you have a problem."I don't have a problem! You have a problem! What time is it!? What are you doing at this ungodly hour!? Wasting time in the nethervoid of the internet, writing your stupid little episode!" This isn't about me.Fred continued chugging his beer, saying: "Well get off my back! It's easy for you to sit on your ass and be entertained at my expense! Go ahead, I don't care, but don't tell me how to live my life! I'll drink and drink and drink!" Listen to yourself, Fred. What are you becoming. You need help.
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