I was on bus 154 on my way to jujitsu lesson today when I realised that I needed to pee. Really badly. I think I went through about 83 different ways of propping up your leg to relieve the pressure on my bladder. I was very relieved upon reaching my destination but then realised that I still had to conquer 500m of walking AND a FREAKING overhead bridge. Ok, too bad for you all, I managed to avoid having to urinate in the bushes and possibly getting insect bites on Arthur Junior. Arthur Jr. has gained about 6 levels after the 10 minutes of tahan-ing, is now a level 24 teenager dong and has 53 HP.

Hmm...a little too much Warcraft does that to someone.

Okay, so I finally managed to relieve myself in a very civillised and un-embarrassing manner, finally I can go to my jujitsu lesson for the first time in 9 months. Hey, I see someone I know and he welcomes me back with a very heartwarming "EH YOU ALSO GOT A LOT OF PIMPLES AH!"

I appreciate the fact that he adds in an "also" to slightly lighten the effect of his greeting but wow, a subtle man he is not.

Then we were doing drills on all the different pins and I got this guy (not "EH YOU GOT PIMPLES") as my partner. Skinny, bespectacled and a little awkward when speaking. I've never seen him before and he has never seen me before either, probably due to me not going to lessons for nearly 9 months.

So we go through the pinning positions and the instructor guy walks past and says something to my sparring partner.

"Hey, you're not wearing underwear?"

My partner then freezes and I can almost see his face turn 70 shades of red since you know, I was less than 10cm from him. I still didn't know how to respond to this so I went "Erm, let's move on to the next hold."

ARGH, NOT LONG BEFORE THAT FAITHFUL SENTENCE FROM MY INSTRUCTOR, I WAS STILL INNOCENTLY PULLING DOWN ON HIS PANTS NEAR THE GROIN TO PREVENT HIM FROM ESCAPING FROM A PIN.

For new readers, this is not a crappy fanfiction website despite looking like one. It's just a very innocent blog about the slightly interesting misadventures in my mundane life.

Anyway we managed to go through all the drills, with extra caution from me of course. He asked me "Eh, how heavy are you?", probably because he couldn't escape my pins.
"I'm around 60, is that heavier than you?"
"Yah of course la!"
Notice that he said in a very self-defending manner, as if I'm asking him "Is having your groinal area well ventilated very important?"

He then looks, no, eyes my chest and abdomen area for a while before I save myself from being devoured by Mr. Crotch Van Tilate. He's not of Dutch descentry but I need a convenient name for him alright?

I have wrestled a man who's not wearing anything underneath a pants of thin cloth material, I think the next step would be my actually getting it from behind. Hmm, no thanks.

For the next set of drills, Windy Groin went on to get another partner, one that doesn't know that he's not wearing any underpants.