So when I was about thirteen or so, I was sleeping over at my friend’s house. It was myself, my friend, another friend of ours, and my friend’s little brother who was about nine at the time. Being hormonal thirteen year olds (AKA jerks) we were not too kind to my friend’s nine-year-old little brother. We didn’t kick him or anything, but just teased him all day, wouldn’t let him play Halo with us, etc.

So that night, we decide to sneak outside and play flashlight tag in the adjacent woods. My friend and his little brother shared a room, so there was no way we were gonna sneak out without him waking up— so we just decided to let him come along. Truth be told, we had a blast out there. Probably played until 2AM or so. Time comes to wrap it up and we all start walking back, but we can’t find my friend’s little brother. Can’t find him *anywhere*. So we immediately go into both “damage control” *AND* “panic mode” at the same time. We can’t scream his name to look for him for fear of waking up my friend’s parents. We were all horrified he’d been eaten by a bear or kidnapped or something. We hustled all over that woods for probably 30 minutes in a white-hot-panic trying to find this kid… to no avail. We decided to regroup around the tree where we had started the game and just kinda get our bearings for a minute.

We’re all huddled around there, huffing and puffing and pretty much trying not to cry out of both fear and frustration. Suddenly, my buddy goes, “hey guys… is it raining?” and we feel this stream of water spraying down upon us… then we hear my friend’s little brother cackling like a madman.

We shine the flashlights up in the tree, and this little jerk is peeing on ALL OF US. I had to hand it to him… he gave us the scare of our lives *and* peed on us.

We never teased him ever again.