her cup runnith over.

This, my friends, is no ordinary cup.

This is the cup woman drank two diet cokes out of , that is 44 ounces x 2= 88 ounces of diet in an hour, and peed in.

That’s right folks.

Woman. Peed. In. That. Cup.

Ready for the story?

We went home so Holly could spend her birthday at home. After a lovely night and a half of a day we decided to try to beat the storm and left for the George at four. We picked up Terry, a woman Holly works with, and began the trek back.

Brian, Holly’s boyfriend, got us both 44 ounce Diet Cokes at the gas station. I personally don’t care for Diet Coke. Woman is addicted. It’s a fact. She drank both.

Terry is a chatterbox. She’s lovely, but loves to talk. Listening to her is optional because she keeps on going no matter what. She told us stories after stories. I fell asleep while she told us about her new smart phone she’s too ‘stupid’ to use.

I awoke to a blizzard and the red tail lights of the back of a semi-truck. It was getting bad out there. After seven calls to Robin it had been determined that the freeway was closed and wouldn’t re-open for two hours. It was going to be a very, very long night.

After listening to two Coldplay albums Woman’s potty dance was getting worse. We were stuck bumper to bumper and if we pulled over we wouldn’t be able to get back in.

“Just pee in the cup!” Terry laughed.

Woman began pulling down her tights and undies, it was then that traffic began to move. She drove for ten minutes with her tights around her ankles.

After we stopped again she grabbed the cup, hoisted herself up until her head was hitting the roof, and placed the cup underneath her.

It would have been fine if she hadn’t have drank two of the cokes. Eighty eight ounces in means, about eighty eight ounces out and she was peeing in a forty four once cup.

Get the picture?

She screamed as her cup runnith over, all over her seat and ran into the back seat.

Terry and I almost died of laughter.

“NAPKINS!” she screamed to me, the copilot. I threw all the napkins that occupied her glove box at her. She then held up the full cup.

“What do I do with this?” she asked.

She then proceeded to dump the cup out onto the freeway, followed by the napkins, with the watchful eyes of the attractive snowboards next to us in the traffic and the entire freeway watching.

She was still propped up because she didn’t want to sit on the wet seat. Terry fished her pj’s out of her suitcase for Woman to sit on.

After another four hours of driving, we made it back to Saint George. Terry said at one point that we may have to pass her the cup.

Woman had a great end to her twenty first birthday.

Today, woman got her car shampooed. The stains on the seat made me fall over laughing.

We told the detailers that she got a Great Dane over the weekend and it peed all over her car.

How was your weekend?