The SEX! Thread gave me an idea…well, not really, I came up with the idea when I was drying the dishes:
What is the strangest place you’ve ever peed/took a dump?
Mine: I’d have to say my wastebasket in my room when I was 12. I had just watched a really scary movie, and was too scared to leave my room and go downstairs to use the bathroom. So I peed in my wastebasket, which had a plastic bag in it. Then, in the morning, I just threw away said bag.
I hope this is the right forum…
On the floor in grade 1.
I was an extremely shy child. Shy to the point where I wasn’t comfortable asking my teacher to use the washroom. So instead, what I would do was find a corner, or a quiet place to go
Two places that I remember would be, right on the rug, and in my seat (which was somewhat bucket shaped).
How I got away with this, I don’t know.
I think I peed out the window of a moving car.
I was really drunk so I don’t exactly remember, it may have been a fantasy or a bizarre dream.
–Tim
I too have peed out of moving car while drunk …
I also peed into this looser exroomate of mine’s mead cup. Fuck he was an asshole! Made me feel so good to just let loose into it … then I just dumped it out in the sink and put it back onto his shelf. Watched him pour a beer into it later and sip it slowly.
I once took a dump in the parking lot behind a retirement home on Warrensville-Center Road in Bedford Heights, OH. It was about 5:30 a.m., I had just walked about a half-mile to catch a bus to my college campus, I had to pinch a loaf, and I couldn’t find anyplace open with a bathroom. It was kill or be killed at that point, so I squatted next to their loading dock and let it rip, then used paper from my backpack to wipe up and to cover it. I bet they were surprised when they took the morning deliveries.
I pee everywhere!!! I’m peeing right now.
My brother peed into a sandwich baggy and hucked it out the window of the car my mother was driving. I was in my fathers truck directly behind my mother and brother. (My Dad used to tow mobile homes and my Mom was the pilot car driver at the time)
She gets on the CB radio and says to my Dad, that my brother has to stop and pee. Pops wasn’t having anything to do with stopping.
The bag hit the grill of the truck and showered us with his urine.
I thought is was very funny…my Dad however, didn’t.
I used to pee off the 3rd floor balcony of a buddy apartment on 15th street at OSU every day.
I once blew mud in the open semi-trailer we were using for support stuff for an MS bike thing. I was helping out, doing charitable work and the other bastards left me. I couldn’t close the door on the trailer so I hid behind some piles of stuff and pinched one onto some plastic sheeting. Rolled it up , stuffed it into a big styrofoam cup and wedged it between some structural supports under the truck.
I’ve also used big-mouth pop bottles to pee in while driving before. I had plenty of gas, I was in a real good group of speeders and didn’t feel like dropping out since I was making good time. Capped that puppy up real good, I’ll tell you what.
My uncle took a dump behind the dumpsters at Three Rivers Stadium after a Steelers game. Someone saw him all the way across the river and shouted, “Honey, what’s that man doing?”
“He’s taking a shit! Whatta ya think he’s doin’?”
(No, I wasn’t there.)
Dude! I did that too when I was a kid, though not for the same reason. I think I did it because it seemed like a good idea. It wasn’t.
A neighbor’s drinking water bottle. Used to have to share a house with this…“person”…maybe “waste of a person” is better. Didn’t go to school, didn’t work, family paid his rent to keep him out of their house. Stole everything he could get his hands on. Trashed out all the common areas (kitchen, living room, etc.). Constantly messed up on all the drugs he could scrounge. Never flushed the toilet after he took a dump (I would make him do it when I’d catch him; and he finally called me a childish asshole for this, informing me that the “mature” thing for me to do would be flush it for him! He was 19 at the time. :rolleyes: ). The only thing he kept in the refigerator was a two liter Mt. Dew bottle full of tap water (it was all he could afford…probably stole the bottle). I finally added a few extra fluid ounces of my own “tap water” to it, just for the peace of mind it brought me. He never noticed. 