Childhood Disasters: The Wet Spot

You can file this Childhood Disaster in the “Things that seemed brilliant and believable at the time” folder right between Pro Wrestling Being Real and Max Headroom.

An actual conversation I had as an 11-year old with my friend Dave the morning after a sleepover at his house…

Dave: Dude, why is there a wet spot on the floor where your sleeping bag was last night?

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