All this is very entertaining.
It’s especially funny if you understand where Lexicon is.
I’m not telling, though.
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Did you ever see a racehorse pissing?
I haven’t, but at the Bronx Zoo many years ago I was treated to the sight of a zebra pissing. Now that was a sight! It realy looked like a garden hose spraying at full force. This animal could have hit a target at thirty feet.
Somewhere, I have a photo of it.
You’d think that Superman would be a good person to invite to a barbecue but trust me, he’s not. I mean, sure he can cook the hot dogs fast with his heat vision, but they all taste of charred eye boogers.
Nicky, racehorses are frequently given the diuretic lasix prior to a race to prevent bleeding in the lungs. However, it also empties out their bladders as well. And woowee, can they piss.
They also crap quite a bit. Not in large quantities, but often–combination of the lasix and the nervousness of raceday.
More than you needed to know?
Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.
The question I have is this, how does a racehorse urinate any differently than any other urinating creature?
I am not a horse expert by any means but I have been around horses and urgency does not seem to be a factor in there urination habits.
It happened again…
What god did I anger to deserve this?
Maybe I should just stop drinking so much damn coffee…
“Winners never quit and quitters never win, but those who never win and never quit are idiots.”
craven–see my post directly above yours. My guess (and keep in mind, it is a guess) is based on the use of lasix combined with the high-anxiety atmosphere of race day–the horses urinate more than usual, and being that they are paraded before thousands at a racetrack, everyone gets to watch them whiz.
Actually, I wonder why it isn’t “I have to shit like a racehorse.” I’ve seen more loose equine bowels than I ever care to!
Teaching: The ultimate birth control method.
I see your point my experiance thus far in life with race horses has mostly been losing money, now the question is where is Lexicon getting a hold of the horse drugs?
This was the very last thread, and I shuddered to think it might be banished to oblivion. Consider this a big bump.
Thank you (plural) for sharing this.
True, critters–bless 'em–are totally free of inhibitions about metabolic urgencies. And some, horses and cattle notably, just let fly with abandon: quantity, distance, loft, whatever.
With heroic restraint I’ll exempt the French from this category, even though their quaint instituion of the pissoire invites passersby to know a LOT more detail about the elimination needs of casual strangers than most people really want to know. Frankly–and they are–it’s a camp toilet with scrollwork, only on a city street.
Now shut the door. And wash your hands when you’re through.
Veb
Well, here I am again. It’s safet to say that if it’s a M-F evening, I will piss about 12 times over the course of the evening.
I drink a butt load of water.