Doing the news was something I also wanted to do. In high school, I would skip class a lot. I would hide in the bathroom. This is when I developed my love of urine. I love the smell of fresh, hot piss.
During my college years, the girls I would party will would relieve themselves on me. Sometimes between classes, they would take turns pissing on me while I sat on the toilet. The best was when a campus safety officer filled my mouth, making me swallow in order to get out of marijuana possession. This just peeked my interest.
I even completed a minor being a toilet. I let the professor piss all over me instead of attending class. Once a week, I would to her office. She would stand over me and piss on me. Sometimes she would whip me before hand. I only legitimately completed 1 out of 4 classes.
After college, I lived a “dry” life. On a trip home, I got “hosed”. After that, I made the decision to come back. I continued a rather “dry” life, with a few squirts on me from girlfriends. This got me thinking. What if I let my boss piss on me to skip out? I proposed this to him, and well, the showers forecasted on the weather report might as well have been about me. I’d rather be peed on than have to work : )