peed

My ex’s cat, Champ, chronically peed on his couch and spent most of its daylight hours hiding under a chair.

“I peed a full bottle of what looked like Peet’s coffee,” he said.

This might be apocryphal, but the Greeks apparently complained that the Roman “study abroad” kids got too drunk, looted ancient artifacts, and peed in the fountains.

Hell, my mom has a picture somewhere of John F. Kennedy holding me up as a baby – right before I peed all over him.

She subsequently recorded a nightmare home tour on her phone, including where the dog pooped and peed around the home.