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gnome wrote:It is a fundamental right, if not an obligation, to pee wherever and when ever the need arises. The one exception would be while driving. it is not advised to hang one's member in the wind while driving.

The two rules in peeing willy-nilly is that (1) it must be against something. A pole, a building, the gas tank of a sworn frenemy ... and (2) you must not have to deal with the odorous effects; hence, said random place can't be in the corner of your bedroom or dining room.

Exceptions do occur, for example, sending a load of furniture to your soon-to-be ex-wife. In that exception some planning is involved: to wit, the buying and eating of asparagus by the bushel will lend your essence a certain piquant quality. Wash the asparagus down with a gallon or two of dark stout beer. This combo will get one in the required, fuck-it, mindset to liberally douse your soon-to-be former couch cushions with an urgent telling of your true feelings.

Middle Street wrote:pee in the shower. Check
shave in the shower. Check
brush teeth in shower. Check
masterbate in shower. Check
have sex in shower. Check
shower in shower. Check.
Hell I like to multitask. although the wife did find me brushing my teeth and pissing in the sink once. I was drunk and it was convenient and I was pretty sure I would have pissed all over the floor. Needless to say we no longer have that sink she made me replace it.

Middle Street wrote:pee in the shower. Check
shave in the shower. Check
brush teeth in shower. Check
masterbate in shower. Check
have sex in shower. Check
shower in shower. Check.
Hell I like to multitask. although the wife did find me brushing my teeth and pissing in the sink once. I was drunk and it was convenient and I was pretty sure I would have pissed all over the floor. Needless to say we no longer have that sink she made me replace it.

Mulligan wrote:

Middle Street wrote:pee in the shower. Check
shave in the shower. Check
brush teeth in shower. Check
masterbate in shower. Check
have sex in shower. Check
shower in shower. Check.
Hell I like to multitask. although the wife did find me brushing my teeth and pissing in the sink once. I was drunk and it was convenient and I was pretty sure I would have pissed all over the floor. Needless to say we no longer have that sink she made me replace it.

Such antics would not be tolerated at the NFL arena in my hometown.

middle aged female wrote:

Middle Street wrote:pee in the shower. Check
shave in the shower. Check
brush teeth in shower. Check
masterbate in shower. Check
have sex in shower. Check
shower in shower. Check.
Hell I like to multitask. although the wife did find me brushing my teeth and pissing in the sink once. I was drunk and it was convenient and I was pretty sure I would have pissed all over the floor. Needless to say we no longer have that sink she made me replace it.

How did your jail roommates feel about the peeing in the sink business?

Portland reservoir flush planned after teen cited for urination

guest wrote:

Portland reservoir flush planned after teen cited for urination

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/04/16/po ... urination/

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:

guest wrote:

Portland reservoir flush planned after teen cited for urination

http://www.foxnews.com/us/2014/04/16/po ... urination/

I get the sentiment that would cause the reservoir to be purged, but judging by what I believe is already in our food & drink the official reaction is out of line with the danger. FDA regulations, as I recall, permit so many insects or parts of insects in servings of some processed foods, like orange juice concentrate. I'm not saying that I am going to order a Arnold Palmer with a urine substitute, but the danger in the story is non-existent and the ugly part of the deed pales in comparison to so many other things. Like, for instance, do you really believe that kitchen staff really do wash their hands after using the rest room? And then what about when kitchen staff washes but must then use door handles that are also used by patrons who don't wash?

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:What inspires gut-churning disgust is subjective, like the Norse in Greenland about whom Jerrad Diamond pondered in his treatise on societies that fail. In that case, he hypothesized, the abundant sea life was overlooked as a source of food even as the centuries-old communities starved unto a point of eating their dogs because great-great-great-great-grand daddy Leif once had a bad oyster. The point is that there may some objective kernel at the heart of a prejudiced revulsion, but as with so many prejudices the founding element is misread and distorted unto a point of invalidity and even disaster.

I have a friend who in some ways resembles our own Catfish Jim in worldview and taste. Things that most wouldn't think to eat or accept are A-OK by him. "You shoulda been on the farm with me, then you'd know what it means to be hungry," he'll say when I visibly wince at the mention of tripe or brains. On one memorable occasion this friend shot dead a coyote while out for deer, and he asked that I come by to help him skin the carcass so that he could get the pelt. We got it and five years later the pelt still resides in the basement freezer awaiting the glorious day that it will be turned into a hat or something, but the punchline is that the process of getting the skin off of a suspended big, dead dog isn't for the faint of heart. The actual skinning wasn't so bad, but it was the breaking of the legs in order to pull the pelt over the ends of the feet that got to me.

frank - up in grand blanc wrote:What inspires gut-churning disgust is subjective, like the Norse in Greenland about whom Jerrad Diamond pondered in his treatise on societies that fail. In that case, he hypothesized, the abundant sea life was overlooked as a source of food even as the centuries-old communities starved unto a point of eating their dogs because great-great-great-great-grand daddy Leif once had a bad oyster. The point is that there may some objective kernel at the heart of a prejudiced revulsion, but as with so many prejudices the founding element is misread and distorted unto a point of invalidity and even disaster.

I have a friend who in some ways resembles our own Catfish Jim in worldview and taste. Things that most wouldn't think to eat or accept are A-OK by him. "You shoulda been on the farm with me, then you'd know what it means to be hungry," he'll say when I visibly wince at the mention of tripe or brains. On one memorable occasion this friend shot dead a coyote while out for deer, and he asked that I come by to help him skin the carcass so that he could get the pelt. We got it and five years later the pelt still resides in the basement freezer awaiting the glorious day that it will be turned into a hat or something, but the punchline is that the process of getting the skin off of a suspended big, dead dog isn't for the faint of heart. The actual skinning wasn't so bad, but it was the breaking of the legs in order to pull the pelt over the ends of the feet that got to me.