Round at a friend's house we drink wine and she warns me not to put her in an awkward position, I have no idea what she's talking about but assure her I won't. We've been drinking for a while and I need to go the the toilet. I wander the house but can't find it. I'm getting desperate and so finally decide I'll have to go in my car which is parked outside. Why not just go in the yard? Zombies is why - the place is thick with them. I leave by the front door and run to my car without any problem. Inside I urinate in the back seat foot-well, peering outside as I do so. Hmm, we're moving. The more I go, the faster the car rolls. I can't stop pissing, when I finally finish we're miles away and I'm completely lost. Oh, look, a cinema.