At the top of Loveland Pass, Colorado, on the Continental Divide. Half my pee went to the Atlantic Ocean, half to the Pacific. :D:D:D:D
Some great places have definitely been mentioned already, but I think I have the topper…at least for those who live in AUstralia.
A couple of years a go, a friend and I were at a Liberal Party fundraiser, as my friends brother had recently lost a local election in Canberra. The function was being held in no other but Parliament House, and they had all you can drink…which is always trouble.
Anyway, so pretty high up dignitaries were actually there, federal ministers and a like, and after about 33 hours solid drinking, me and my mate though it would be a great idea to pee off the parliament house balcony, directly over the main entreance of parliament house.
Unfortunately the security guard we peed on didnt think it was quite as funny, and neither did the suits who surrounded us almost immediately afterwoods.
I liked it though!
Er, that should read " 3 hours " not 33.
Benno, I would have been much more impressed with 33 hours solid drinking. A superhuman feat of drinking followed by a superhuman expression of political passion.
I’ll second this.
Some guys write their names in the snow.
He could have written the Declaration of Independence and forged all the signatures!
many many places including, but not limited to, at least 2 firetowers, on on top of Hunter mountain and the other on top of a mountain in acadia national park. NYC subway system, various flooded basements, in front of houses where there was a party going on, at the beach into the water but standing at it - not in it - while skiing - not stopped at the side of the trail but while moving, off a ski lift.
Thanks for asking
Last summer I was canoeing on the Nashua River with my girlfriend. We saw a bench in the woods and stopped. Next to the bench was a statue of a recumbent dog, in memory of some four-legged friend of days past. Yep, I whipped out my spigot and urinated on the concrete dog! A fitting retaliation for every time a dog has lifted its leg against humankind.
Ditto. Classic quote from the french girl i was with: “Ze werld iz your toilet!”. Damn she was hot 
It wasn’t me, but my brother urinated on the funeral home while we were all inside waiting for him so my grandfather’s funeral could start. He didn’t know there were washrooms inside.
Okay, Clear Creek is my personal favorite so far. The sea lion was good, sure, but there’s something right about whizzing in the Coors “fresh” water supply.
I have to know. I mean I have to know. How the high-holy hell did you manage to piss out of a Cessna at altitude? And were you flying the plane at the time? I hope not. Heh…
I once let a friend of mine throw a roll of toilet paper out the window of a Cessna while we were over his mother’s house as a way of saying “hi!” We were about 1000 feet above the house and the TP unrolled completely, leaving a slow-moving white ribbon twisting in the gentle breeze. I swung the plane around so we could get a good look at it. It was truly a sight to behold.
As for whizzing in cool places, I once whizzed off a catwalk underneath a bridge that was about 150’ above the water. I was half done before the first drops hit the water below.
As drunken, unruly teens are want to do when hammered at a dark public park at 3:00 a.m., we wanted to torture some younger kid looking to fit in to our greasy/loser band of gypsies. About six of us thouroughly soaked the ‘curley slide’ and peer pressured this younger kid into sliding down it. He reluctantly did it when we assured him we’d like him better. He stunk and his back was sopping wet. We were all in hysterics. Also, it was winter and at 3 a.m. it was damn cold. So cold the pee froze on this kid and that was a continuous source of amusement for about another hour before we all had to sneak back home before our parents got up for work. I wish I could apologize to that kid.
Hmmm well this isn’t as great as others…
0.25 miles past the mexican border, 4am in the morning…we happen to get a flat tire just entering the freeway after a wonderful night of partying in tijuana. My still very intoxicated friend had was about ot explode. With nothing but grass on the side of the road, and cars rushing by, and me freaked out that she’ll go in my car once AAA comes and fixes the tire…i agree to sit next to her while she does her thing so that it looks like we’re just “sitting” >what can i say…we do not like to wear skirts when we go clubbing<. Thats when every other car in the world happened to pull over and offer us poor girls help with our tire.
But me personally…at the worlds tallest thermometer. I think the city is called Primus. No trees or bushes again, wearing pants, and bathrooms lines were wayyy to long.
And on the sandy beach, in the middle of the night, with my friends about 20 feet away…still wearing pants, still no protective cover…
ManOhMan…I would love to share my story, but I would be soooo despised.
A long-time fan of Cecil’s and a lurker here for well over a year, and I choose this thread to finally make my first post…dunno what this says about me…
This is my urination story. Entitle it: How I Helped Rust the Iron Curtain.
It was 1984 and I was in high school. I was visting Berlin as part of a mini student-exchange program. In a fit of Reagan-era inspired distain for the “Evil Empire”, I dropped trou, and annointed the Wall with my golden stream…all under the watchful eyes and cameras of machine-gun toting East German border guards staring down at me from a watch-tower. I imagine that those investigators now going through the Stasi’s files will someday come upon a picture of this memorable event with a note attached remarking upon the manliness of American youth.
A few years later that very same wall came down…who’s to say my act of defiance didn’t help that happen by some wee-wee bit?
Various manmade boundaries. Sort of neat standing in Colorado and whizzing into Kansas, or having the stream cross the US-Mexico border without first stopping at customs.
MEEEE TOOOOO! I’ve let a golden stream loose into Clear Creek, not too far from the Coors plant itself.
Any Denverites brave to admit peeing from the 13th step of the State Capitol?
oh, come on poopah, let us in on the story. I have peed in interesting spots all over the world- in the Sahara east of Marrakech in Morocco, in the rainforest of Ecuador, 60 feet under water in Monterey Bay, inside my wetsuit of course(you would too- it’s a great way to warm up- my instructor says he can get the warm feeling all the way up to his armpits!).
The White House fence during a rainstorm in, let’s see, November 1989. George wouldn’t let me in, and I was wet, drunk, and cross.
To carry forth bipartisanship, I got drunk in Hope, AR and peed on the rosebushes at President Clinton’s boyhood home.
You’re not a member of my crew until you’ve peed from the bow pulpit while underway. We try to make it while running downwind, but it’s your call.
The Pentagon.