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Urine Anyone?

Urine must be in high demand these days... has anyone asked for yours?  It happened to me yesterday when a 30 year old friend of mine called to ask if she could use some of mine. My first response was, "I just peed." Secondly I said. "Can't they tell the difference in urine of a 52 year old menopausal woman and a 30 year old?" I don't know how this stuff works. As she laughed hysterically she decided I probably wasn't the best candidate. So she called a mutual friend in her 30's that was out walking in my neighborhood and would be passing by my house. Like any good friend out for their morning walk, she stopped by to pee in a huge freezer ziplock bag. (only because I was out of sandwich bags) Anyway, the urine is sitting outside ready to be picked up when I hear the doorbell. In comes my friend with the bag of urine to throw it in my microwave. Being the germaphobe that I am, I'm thinking there's not enough bleach or cleansers that will ever make me feel confident that there's no trace of urine in my microwave. Just as I put this whole urine experience out of my mind the phone rings.  It's my little urine seeker... " I'm so mad - I didn't even get to use it because it spilled all over my pants." Oh my gosh, I squealed... buy new pants!" There's just something nasty about walking around with someone else's urine on you.

Just keeping it real!

I know some of you are probably thinking what type of friends do I have. But there's a legitimate reason for the madness, I just can't share details of someone else's story.

"Friendship is like wetting your pants. Everyone can see it, but only you feel the true warmth."

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