Dude, that’s sewer side by cop.
I’ve pee’d a lot of strange places, especially high off rock formations but I guess the strangest place was into a Ziplock bag and then used it to bomb another field crew from a helicopter.
Dude, that’s sewer side by cop.
I’ve pee’d a lot of strange places, especially high off rock formations but I guess the strangest place was into a Ziplock bag and then used it to bomb another field crew from a helicopter.
Not me, but my old dog once peed on Thomas Edison’s grave.
My dog peed on Graceland once.
And to be honest I thought about doing the same, but it was daylight and the campground was full.
Don’t get me wrong…I love (ed) the King. But some things are hard to pass up.
The High Steel bridgenear Shelton, Washington. 420 feet above the river. Wanted to see if my stream would hit the water before I finished but it vaporized into small droplet by the time it was half way down.
Also, along side of the road overlooking the Tasman Sea in New Zealand. Didn’t realize till I was almost done that a group of people on the beach below were watching me.
I once peed through the wooden slats of a jealousy window.
In a foreign country, in the tropics.
A bunch of us stayed with the family of a friend. When I went to sleep, there were mattresses all over the floors to accommodate the visitors. The party was still going on when I went to sleep.
I woke up, and it was very, very dark. Like being in a cave. I knew where the bathroom was. But it was a far away, and I would have to dodge the floor mattresses. I had to pee really bad. Using the braille method, I found the outside door. But, it was locked and required a key to open. No key!
I moved a chair, stood on it and peed through the slats. Tropics, no windows. I did it again later that night. When I woke up, I checked the patio outside the window. The pee had been cleaned up. I apologized to the host and hostess. They laughed, and now I hear this story retold many times.
Out of my bedroom window a few times. Just because I could.
My friend and I used to do what is called “Urban Exploration” - where you get into abandoned buildings to look around and take pictures. One time we were in an abandoned mental hospital and the large coffee I had earlier finally filtered. I had to pee like you wouldn’t believe. I ended up going in one of the abandoned bathrooms where the toilet was still intact while my friend “stood guard” outside the door.
Onto my girlfriend. She asked to try it, I wasn’t into it but had no problem trying it other than the mess factor. So we tried in the shower. I didn’t particularly like it, and she didn’t seem to like it enough to ask any more. I’m willing to try most things at least once.
Last summer vacation out west, I stopped driving twice in the middle of an open, nearly flat plain. Once it was in the middle of the night, so I’d be able to see car lights coming from long away, but the other place was more chancy as it was during the day, but I figured it was so quiet I’d be able to hear the cars before they topped the small hills.
Um, those are jalousie windows. (Unless maybe you’re peering through one to spy on your cheating girlfriend.)
Thank you Siam. It was a test. And you scored well.
The midway point of the Lincoln Tunnel between New York and New Jersey.
I peed out the back of a pickup truck camper shell while it was going down the road at 70 mph.
Off the Point in Pittsburgh, where the three rivers meet, late after a Pirate game.
I used to do that quite a bit in the middle of the night night on the ~45 mile trip down rural roads, coming back from a nearby city. There was one particular spot where I was still 20 or 30 min from home and often needed to go. I would pull over into the gravel driveway of a small mining operation, look for cars, get out, unzip, and let it go. It was hilly but I could hear any cars coming and see headlights from far away.
While riding my motorcycle down the freeway, I peed often into the catheter and tube that ran down my pant leg and out to the road during an “Iron Butt” (www.ironbutt.com) ride of 1,000 miles in 24 hours.
If you have to stop, even for 4-5 minutes, you lose time and mileage. I stopped only for gas, while riding from San Francisco to Grand Junction, CO.
I didn’t pee when a car was close behind me.
No other weird peeing?
Yup, appears to have dried up.