One night, again at Pedros, after about 10 quarts, 14 packs of Kents, 30 polish sausages, and 6 viewings of Debbie, Wilbur had a problem. He received an anonymous call informing him it was an emergency and he had to come in and scrub all the urinals. Bombed on booze, smoked up like a human-ham, and bloated like a balloon, Wilbur staggered over to the high school. Mr. Urinal never suspected anything or questioned why he was being summoned into scrub urinals at night as he was pulverized beyond belief. But the school punks had it all planned out. The high school shitheads were going to teach Mr. Piss-remover a lesson he would never forget.
First off, one by one, they took Wilbur to each and every urinal where they pissed gallons of urine. They forced Wilbur head first into each stinking piss covered urinal where they used his head/hair to give each urinal a "dutch rub" scrub. The porcelain was never that clean before! After each and every urinal was cleansed with Creampuff's head, the punk boys took him over to the punk girls latrine where he was to be administered further torture. The punk girls had pissed in buckets, after drinking quarts of Schlitz Malt...... man did that garbage stink! One by one, the hoodlum punkletta's tossed buckets of piss right in Wilburs face. He smelled like one of the Bowery Boys. Next, the high school nerds burned up his heavy duty industrial rubber gloves with sleeves up to the elbow and rubber galoshs. To add insult to injury the punks took his United Urinal Scrubbers Local 51 union card and pissed all over it. Wilbur was never so demoralized! He vowed he was going to get another job, perhaps as a garbage man, where he would not have to put up with this abuse and humiliation.
