out like a brick

Between the weed they'd smoked earlier and his cocktail before dinner, and then the gummie he'd taken before bed... Jack was out cold as soundly as a brick. Either coming or going the girls would see in the very faint light from the moon filtering in thru the open drapes that he was mostly out of his covers on his side, his broad and muscular back to them.

In the morning, as before, Jack woke to the world in a daze. His 12 cylinder turbo charged brain was running like it was a 125cc two stroke go cart with too much oil in the mix. He'd at least remembered to put his robe on after having answered the morning call. With a satisfied "Ahhh..." he shifted just a bit and his left foot slid forward about 4 inches, right into a puddle. "What the...?!" he looked and... how the hell did he manage to piss there? and none on the seat? And no splatter? "that's... odd."

He shook his head not thinking more of it, and went about throwing a pile of TP on it and wiping it up, flushing it down. He gave himself a good skritches to his balls while giving a passing imitation of a grizzly yawning. Jack tied his robe closed and made his way, slowly, to the kitchen. Left over pizza for breakfast was calling his name.