:eek:H My G:eek::eek:dness!!
On a similar note, We had a wolf, a few years ago, who enjoyed peeing on our christmas tree when we left him alone in the house. Needless to say the Christmas tree lived it’s remaining days outside on the balcony.
Nice Shoes… Wanna F***?
er… I peed on the Trans Canada Highway.
This may not seem particularily noteworthy, except the the dribble was spread over about a kilometre and a half and covered not only the road, but also the van I was driving and my buddy who was sitting in the back seat.
Back in the early nineties, I was walking a around a Golf course after midnight and had to take a leak. There was this nifty little hole in the ground, so I peed in it.
how about an almost?
We had just moved. New floor plan…
Little (3 y.o.) brother woke up, wandered off in search of bathroom. Followed him, he walked into little sister’s room and faced bed. Thought about letting him open fire on her, but woke him fully up and pointed out the new path.
Well, I have to agree that it’s usually hard for a girl to pee outside of some sort of facility.
But, once, in a moment of complete desperation, I have peed outside.
I was in the cemetary that they filmed “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” and I was looking for the grave of Jim Williams. I found the grave, sat there for a while with my friend, and realized I REALLY had to go.
There were no restrooms close by. I ended up walking down the hill to the river, and going there. The scary part was that when I was done, I looked a little further down the banks and saw tombstones that had fallen from the cemetary. (Probably due to rain, they were right on the edge of the hill at one point.)
My friend had it easy. He just peed on the tree at the top of the bank. But I still worry that I may have peed on someone’s grave that fell down to the river.
I also remember a little while ago, on a little-travelled road out of Denver, standing in Colorado and peeing into Kansas.
Considering the Native American businesses now clustered in tents around the “Four Corners,” it’s now probably impossible to pee into four states simultaneously.
My son hadn’t lived in St. Louis for more than a week before he did this. I thought he had outgrown peeing on everything he could find, but apparently not. I smacked him for that one.
Me - On the side of the road trying to hide behind a two foot sagebrush while walking to a huge outdoor concert out on the Bonneville Raceway. There were hundreds of people walking along the side of the road between the closest parking and the concert (about a mile and 1/2 away) and almost all of them saw me. Too many beers and no where else to pee and sometimes you just have to put your priorities in order.
Back in high school when me and my friends used to cruise the boulevard looking for boys and keggers, we would stop behind a large grocery store on a back street so we could pee. One night, me and my best friend were squatting there in the dark when a cop pulled around and put his spotlight on us. My friend dove back into the car but I had already started and couldn’t stop. I didn’t have a choice except to finish peeing. After I was done they turned off their light and we all went on our way. They never said a word.
It isn’t a weird spot, just a weird way. Me and my cousin are only a few months apart and have always been very close. From the time we were first potty trained until we were around 9 or 10 years old. we didn’t think anything of running to the bathroom and sharing the toilet. We would sit sideways, back to back. Like I said, we are close. 
I peed on an Alaskan glacier and watched my pee steam and then turn to yellow ice.
On the train between Germany and Rome. Doesn’t sound to out of the ordinary, but did you realize the toilets open right up on the track? Weird!
Well, got a couple of repeats for you.
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[li]St Louis Arch[/li][li]South Rim of the Grand Canyon down a long ways (this was kinda cool cause it was me, my dad, my uncle, and my cousin all side by side. Hows that for family bonding?)[/li][/ul]
Several drunk stories involving sinks, buildings, alleys, and in garbage cans at bars.
Once I pissed out the third floor window of bedroom in my Frat, the notable fact was that there was a fairly good sized remainder of party guest out on the porch watching this. I heard alot of shit the next day.
Road trips have made using bottles and open car windows seem like a good idea.
Hey, it comes with being a guy, what can I tell ya?
The worst one was probably in Morris, IL on about the 38 yardline. I was freezing cold, had to piss like a stallion and was in the middle of the third quarter when I had to be on the field. The things you go through for the game, but luckily I was soaked in sweat beforehand so no one but me knew it until I made the mistake of saying something in the locker room afterwards. Oddly enough it warmed me up nicely, I think surfers and scuba divers can probably relate.
Actually if I remember my Behind the Music correctly the story says he pissed on the actual Alamo, not the Alamodome.
The weirdest place I’ve ever pee’d?
Easy … South Bend, Indiana.
It is?? I guess they forgot to tell me…:D. I had a girl friend in California back in the early 1980’s. We took photos of each other peeing in all sorts of places…our back yards, off the wharf in Santa Cruz, on all kinds of hikes, doing group pees in San Fransisco alleys, on ski runs…It became a silly thing with us.
I wish I still had all those photos!
When I was ten years old, I lived in a commune in France. Us kids would play in this huge barn with rafters way high up. I was always annoyed that I could never win the long distance peeing contests against the boys from the rafters…
I have to go pee in the back yard in solidarity with my dogs now…'scuse me.
While in the Army I pissed in alot of wierd places, the two that stand out in my mind:
After a long night of drinking in Friedberg, a group of us found a convertable with its top down on a back street. I can remember standing on the trunk and letting fly all over the back seat. Meanwhile my fellow squadmates soaked the front seats. As we were finishing up, a window opened up on a second floor and we heard a frantic female voice screaming at us, in German of course. The only word we caught was Polizei. We quickly made our way back to the barracks after that.
The other time was hanging out of the troop door on a moving Bradley IFV somewhere in the Iraqi desert. I leaned out the back and pissed while a buddy held my web gear to keep me from falling out. Normally I would have just pissed in a water bottle, but we didn’t have any empties and I didn’t know when we’d stop again.
Growing up, our family took many trips to Yosemite. Up in the “High Country” there sometimes aren’t any bathrooms (or apparently there weren’t when we visited.) We always ended up peeing on this one big rock. We ended up calling it “Pissin’ Rock” and we made it a tradition to pee there whenever we went to the High Country.
When I go to Yosemite now, I am not 100% sure which rock is Pissin’ Rock, but I have a general idea of where it is.
had to bump it:
I pee off the deck of of family’s WVA cabin every time I’m there. Sometimes more than twice.
The Arctic Ocean.
So, I guess you just filled it back up? Dew tastes like piss.
That new Code Red tastes good though.
Hmm, I once pissed in a washing machine. Unfortunately it wasnt one that was in use, I was doing home delivery for Circus Shitty and I had to go. Policy states that delivery employees can not use customer bathrooms unless an emergency.
So we had a haul away that was in the back of the truck (40 foor freightliner bobtail) so I closed the door, stood on top of the dryer and let er rip. It was half full of water so nobody would have noticed, but then the driver got in the back and closed the door while I was waiting in the cab. He did the same thing.
Uh, that’d be up the butt, Bob. 
On the Los Angeles Coliseum, back when the Raiders were still here. We were tailgating before the game, and were all “piss drunk” of course. Me and a buddy just went on the side of the building in full view of everybody. In midstream we hear “Hey guys, when you’re done can we talk to you for a minute?” It was the LAPD, of course. Luckily we got off with a stern verbal warning.
In the middle of downtown Reykyavik while other severely drunk people were passing by. No biggie.
The most unusual place I’ve peed is in a washer at the local laundramat.
I went to wash some sleepingbags that were too big for our washer at home.
I had drank two cups of coffee before going to the laundramat.
There is no ladies room at the laundramat. The coffee went through me and I really had to pee.
There was nobody else around so I unzippd my jeans and pushed them and my panties to my knees.I hopped up on a top loader washer and peed a gallon in it.