At the 'vous?
You make it sound like people are pissing in their bathroom sink at home, rather than the toilet. That’s not really what this is about.
Had my 'vous shoes to walk in the 'vous goo.
They killed the 'Vous a long time ago.
My favorite bar, Knuckleheads Saloon in Kansas City actually has a huge janitor’s sink (not actual sink) as the urinal in one of the mens rooms. At the start of the evening, it is filled with ice cubes.
I gotta say, not only being allow, but encouraged to pee in a sink, and using the awesome power of of your piss to melt ice cubes…it just doesn’t get any better. And the feel of the cool breeze coming off the melting ice on a pair of balls overheated from an evening of dancing around? Priceless.
If the sink is being used, you can always piss in the mop bucket like Justin Bieber.
I don’t know why some guys are so prissy about this sort of thing.
I’m shocked.
That he knows who Bill Clinton is.
In army basic training, all we had were sinks. We didn’t have individual urinals (or toilet stalls, either). So you either piss in the low sink or the high one; as George says, it’s all pipes!
That’s only cool if David Alan Coe is the headliner.
I’ve never heard of that, but I have seen women barge into the men’s room when the line for the women’s got too long. Never the reverse though, except of course at a gay bar.
There are hundreds, perhaps thousands of pictures available on voyeur-type websites of women pissing in sinks. When I say women, I mean college-aged women. It boggles the mind.
In my wandering youth, I stayed in the cheapest hotels I could find. Outside of the US and maybe Canada, this usually means that there’s no bathroom attached to your room. There’s usually a small sink, though. So. . .
Slithy Tove, I saw plenty of that in bars and clubs in NYC in the late 70s and early 80s. Probably including Danceteria. Women would find the ladies’ room full up, head for the mens’ room, and if there wasn’t a seat available, go for the sink. Alcohol is certainly a disinhibitor. I won’t even try to describe the bathrooms at CBGB. The horror. . .
And, in one infamous hellhole in NYC (long gone), the mens’ room just had a couple of those long, low troughs with water running through them. Usually filled with ice. There was no ladies’ room that I remember, but on the other hand, there were never any women in there. Plenty of drag queens, though, and it was quite a sight to see a gorgeous woman enter the mens’ room, hike up her dress and whip it out and let fly.
One last thing. Piss in any sink you want. Except in my house. I mean, why? Why would you do that?
I was at a drive-in when I was 18 or so that had an old, claw-foot bathtub in the men’s. No water supply; I guess they dumped the mop water into it at the end of the night.
But why? Presumably there isn’t a line for the toilet in your house. I’m baffled.
At my job, we used to have an old, 1950’s style bathroom. The sink was a half moon trough, with a bar underneath that you would step on to make the water come out.
One day, I was in there using the urinal when I saw a foreign guy walk in. Hey looked at the sink with a WTF look on his face. He taps the bar with his foot and sees the water come out. He then proceeded to whip his junk out and take a piss right there in the sink.
I practically bit a hole through my lip to keep from laughing.
In general, I’m against sink pissing.
However, I did do it for a stretch during my study abroad in college. Not because I’m gross and lazy, but because the particular dorm (part of one of the colleges of Oxford) I was in was built in the 1880s or 1890s with one(!) single crapper for about 3 dozen people. Needless to say, it seemed to always be in use, so on occasion I’d just take a whiz in the sink rather than stand around in line waiting to use the toilet.
Utility sinks are the best!
You may as well ask why I would wipe my ass on your hand towel and masturbate into your toothbrush holder. Life is full of mystery!
At least for guys is easier to avoid the plates and stuff when you do it.