Into the Tasman Sea from the Pancake Rocks at Punakaiki, New Zealand. I really had to go and I didn’t want to go back to the gift shop at the entrance.
A male friend and I were driving through the mountains after a snow storm. After a few hours I had to go. So I get out of the truck, and tramped into the woods to gain some privacy. I wasn’t worried about my friend, but it was a well travelled road. I finally found a spot and completed my business, then when I looked up I saw I was being observed in the gap between the trees by a couple from their deck. I hadn’t even seen the house, so rather than be embarrassed, I waved.
Taking the ol’ junk out and peeing while swimming in the lake (far from shore) would probably be weirdest for me. The weird part is how good it felt, peeing while submerged. If only it always felt like that.
There used to be, and probably still is, a marker for the continental divide up in Independence Pass in the Colorado Rockies. It states that water falling on the west side runs to the Pacific, water on the east side to the Atlantic. Man, I peed all over that thing! It was like being Superman, pissing both oceans at the same time.
Watch the side of the highway as your drive. It is not uncommon to see a bottle filled with amber liquid on the side of the road.
I once came across a 1 gallon milk jug filled with pee. I have no idea how or why they managed to save that much before discarding.
Hm, not particularly odd, but this past Sunday evening late on the way home from Moms, late night, middle of nowhere on NYS thruway, no rest area in sight. Flip the switch to turn the dome lights off, open both car doors, and since I really can’t support my weight rest my ass on the door sill and pee. Not that big a deal for me, us kids were raised to consider the great outdoors an auxiliary bathroom in the lack of an official one. I thought turning the front door sill into an impromptu toilet seat with the doors creating walls nifty though.
I have used one of those 44 oz giant slurpie cups while paused - serious drenching downpour, late at night, didn’t feel like unloading the chair and getting it drenched, and myself soaked. Scootch forward and pee into the cup and dump it out the window on the way out of the rest area where nobody will step in it.
Back when I was still mobile, toilet was nonfunctional and I really needed to crap, and we had a metal bucket full of wood stove ash, so I crapped into the bucket - worked just fine. I have also wandered out and peed in the woods at various times [once when chasing the damned sheep]
mrAru’s little brother was in the toilet training phase and needed to pee … his mom didn’t hear a flush, he had gone in the cat’s box … at least he had someone to teach him how to pee =)
A number of years ago I went on a golf trip junket with a bunch of office workers to the National Golf course at Cape Schanck.
We got a minibus from the Melbourne CBD, went down, played 18 holes of golf, drank a lot, then got the minibus back. Minibus don’t have no toilet.
I’ve got a pretty good bladder but a lot of the blokes on the bus didn’t. Especially since we had an esky on the bus and everyone was drinking on the way back.
So about half way back, some of the blokes on the bus started to advise the driver that if he didn’t find somewhere for then to take a P155 pretty soon it was going to get messy. So he pulled over at a service station. 10 guys got of the bus and trooped inside, guess what, no toilets. So some guys got back on the bus, but 3 or 4 went over to the hire trailers out the front and started to unload into them, much to the horror of the bloke in the servo and the bus driver.
So the driver went out and chased them back into the bus, some not very happy about having to cut off midstream, and we took off down the road again until the driver spotted a MacDonalds and pulled in there.
You could almost see the staff inside thinking, they had a minibus load of customers, lets get organised. Instead 15 blokes walked into Maccas, went straight to the toilets, and walked out again without buying so much as a small fries.
Then once we got dropped off in the CBD and was waiting for a taxi, my mate and I took a piss on one of the little trees on the footpath in front of 35 Collins St.:o
I’ve peed outdoors in all 50 state + DC, PR and VI. Not too many options while hiking. Also on Thomas Edison’s grave.
All over the front seat of a North Dakota Highway Patrol car.
Oh, you’re not getting away with saying that while leaving out details.
Yes, do tell.
I had to check out this zombie to make sure I didn’t incriminate myself.
Thankfully, I missed this the first time around. 
Front seat implies you weren’t officially in trouble. Yet.
A few friends were coming back from somewhere, all pretty stoned, very late at night. Dave was riding shotgun and desperately needed to pee, but didn’t want to draw attention from any passing police. They found a small, deserted building, parked beside it and Dave went behind it to do his business. Only when they got back on the road did they realise the building was a public washroom.
In the sink in a hotel room in London. Bathroom was way down the hall and I didn’t feel like getting dressed at 3 a.m. I just pretended I was Irish.
You mean his grave BEHIND the mansion called “Glenmont”? :eek:
The one with 3 floors of gigantic picture windows of which a Full Quarter face the back garden 150 feet away? :eek:
The one thats only open a couple of days a week, so the tour groups run like Grand Central Station until closing time past All of those windows and Through that garden? :eek:
The mansion that’s INSIDE the “high security gated community” that has its own armed police/security force with bulges Much Too Big under their windbreakers to be even Dessert Eagles hanging from shoulder holsters? :eek:
(…and they Don’t look like the kind of guys who’d hang Backgammon Sets on shoulder-rigs.)
You must have Really needed to go pee…
Yep, just out of high school on a huge multi-state and province Road Trip loop, summer 1975. Left our remaining “stuff” in the US, and came back a few days later into ND. At 2 AM. Which was a problem.
The BP stripped our stuff and VW apart to stupid lengths. It took 2 hours, and not another car came through. They wanted to find something, but never did of course. Finally cut us loose at 4 AM. I asked to use the restroom, and the BP guy said NO, go out back.
So I did. Right into his unit.
Casually drove away. Told my buddy about it hours later (after we crossed into another state) and he freaked right out. There’s more to this story, but nothing more to do with peeing.
campp, I love that story. Sounds like the cop was being a jerk because he couldn’t find anything on you guys, so he had to do something to get back at you.
I’m not a rebel, but that’s what I would have wanted to do.
I’m more curious about why you’d want to pee on Thomas Edison’s grave - what did he do to “deserve” that?
About two feet into Northern Nigeria, squatting along with a bus full of Cameroonian high school teachers.