Cat barf: a follow-up of truth

Here's a follow-up to the 9 Truths & 1 Lie post from last Friday. The original true statement was:

I once sent Joe a text that I had been peed on at a Dave Matthews Band concert.

Rather than write up the whole story (because I'm lazy I don't want to it's more entertaining this way), I present to you a conversation with SomeMonkey.

SomeMonkey: what are you doing?
me: rewashing laundry
they were already washed once but on the floor in a pile (where i sorted them)
when I just picked them up, a yucky (not sure if you've eaten recently) fell out of them and so now they are back in the wash
SomeMonkey: uh... a cat contribution?
me: yes
SomeMonkey: okay, I was concerned
me: it fell on my foot
I washed my foot, THEN the laundry
SomeMonkey: lol
me: haha, I should text Joe that i got barfed on
last week, we got free tix to the Dave Matthews Band concert
these tix included backstage passes, which included free food/drink
SomeMonkey: how'd you score them?
me: his work got them from a client
we somehow missed the food (it was gone already)
so I had two beers and a vodka/cranberry for dinner
I was drunk fast, empty stomach and all
I went out to the ladies room and somehow dropped my shorts on the floor, in a pee puddle
SomeMonkey: ew
me: so I txt'd Joe that I got peed on
and he replies "?"
me: "on da floor"
him: "wth?"
me: "i got peed on on da floor"
him: "why r u on the floor? where r u?"
me: "ladies"
him: "u sure?"
it was an awesome exchange, reading it back sober the next morning
guess he thought someone actually peed ON me and he was trying to figure out how that happened in the women's bathroom
so if I txt him now that I got barfed on... full of win

And there you have it. The true story of how I totally sent Joe a text that I'd been peed on.