Well, today I start my blog.  I havn't much to say.  I'm just sitting here thinking about wetting my pants.  Remembering how good the warm liquid feels running down my leg, and how hard it gets me.  It reminds me of a story about when I was in grade school and after school I was chasing this girl I knew around the halls after school and she thought she could get away from me by running into the girls room.  I followed her in but she had hidden in one of the stalls.  I started at the first and threw open the doors.  In one of the stalls was a girl taking a pee.  When I threw open the door, she stood up and screamed,  Peeing all over both of us.  I ran out so fast. I had no idea any one else was in there.  I was afraid I'd be found out, but nothing ever happened.

 Ah, the good old days.