You are a male and driving on the highway drinking beer with your male buddies to a campsite a couple of hours away. at nite. radio blaring. out in the middle of nowhere you stop the car on some off road and everyone gets out and takes a leak. and then everyone stands around and drinks another beer. you meet the girls , who came up seperately there at the site. well after the camping trip is over, you realize the best part of the weekend was the Peestop you took on the drive up there.
If the girls would have been with you then they would have yelled to hurry up and lets go. And they just don’t understand the joy of beer peeing.
what would the corresponding event be for the girls driving up there?
Oh, you know, we like to pull over on the side of the road in our skimpy nightgowns and have a pillowfight. But if the guys were with us, they’d be like, “Oooh, kiss her! Naked chicks!” All that panting and staring. When all we girls wanted to do was have an innocent pillowfight.
The corresponding event would be staying at home in someone’s nice comfy livingroom eating pizza and Hagen Daz and watching old movies instead of driving all the way up there to be with a bunch of guys who just want to drink beer and pee at each other.
Greenbean,
its too late for new girl friends. that was years ago. now its the wives that nag us. and its harder getting a new wife, its almost impossible.
come to think about it, I don’t know what the girls where suppose to do. They wouldn’t squat beside a tree. Thats probably why a beer trip was always better if the girls were seperate. you got to pee in the moonlight and then once you were tanked up they were there ready for your attention.
I always equated it to the “lets go to the bathroom” deal that women always did. then they all get up and march off.