Thread: when was the last time?

Originally Posted by burrocrat

so it is after memorial day now and officially outside time for much of the country. time to get out of doors and into nature and bbq or go camping or swim nekked in lake or something. i have a question that may deal with a personal matter for some or matter little to others. i wonder?

in germany they call it 'wildpinkling' ( literally: urinates outdooors) and out here in the west it is sometimes referred to as 'watering the weeds' or... i should probably just stop here before things turn crude.

bit this is a serious question, what do you do miles from nowhere when it is time? and how to do it cleqnly without hassle or worries or socially awkward situations or causing psychological pain to oneself?

when was the last time you pee'd outside?

Three weeks ago. On my route.

The nearest lua to my route is 1 mile away and this particular day I needed to pee soooooo bad at the wrong time and at the wrong part of my route. This subdivision has acres of fields with plenty of places to hide among the tall grasses and water the plants. What a relief.

I use to hike a lot when I lived in Washington and I got good at drop, squat and pee. Although, now I hear they have some kind of pee cup for women we can use standing.Whatever! I've seen the picture...no need to post. I'll do it the old fashioned way.

Originally Posted by konakathy

Never water yourself down just because someone can't handle you at 100 proof.

As a drinker, I'm certain you mean to say, "200 proof."

Originally Posted by userque

As a drinker, I'm certain you mean to say, "200 proof."

200 proof? Geez, I don't think I could even manage myself at 200 proof !

I didn't vote as it has been before last year but not never. I feel like sharing though. Way back in the day there could be problems in dry climates with getting a good station ground for temporary comm sites. Engineers used to encourage techs to urinate on the main site ground to keep the electrolytic...hell I forget the explanation.

Later in life I would often work in remote power substations with no comfort facilities. Do what you gotta do though I think if there had been a phase to ground fault at the moment of passing the water the step potential would have changed radically to the bad side for the passer.

In our current times all of the substations are monitored by video cameras and events are recorded. I no longer frequent those places but those that do must try to be discreet.

PO

fascinating tale of good uses for used water, PO. As for me, I learned how to use outdoor venues as a first grader, stood me in good stead my whole adult working life so far.

My New Years resolution was to stop peeing in the yard, so almost 5 months

20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.

Now that is one fascinating urination story!!!

I wonder if there any other stories with an international flavor lurking about...

BTW...from the poll results (thanks burro for taking a scientific approach on this subject) I surmise that approximately 79% of us are outside people and 21% are very shy or liars..

FS

Originally Posted by FireWeatherMet

20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.

I hope you washed your hands before dinner.

OK I'll play, who PEES in the Pool? Adjusting the ph is no excuse!pool2.jpg

Originally Posted by FireWeatherMet

20 years ago.
Living near the Canadian border, I had a date with a French-Canadian girl in Montreal, an hr north of the border.
Supposed to meet at a restaurant, but traffic was a mess. In downtown Montreal, still about 10 blocks away from restaurant, my bladder gives me the "2-min warning".
Looking for a gas station, a bar or something; then, while at a red light, the "30-second warning" goes off. I knew that walking into a date wearing yellow pants was not an option, so I look over to my right, see a parking spot along the curb and a small sapling tree, next to a city sidewalk crowded with pedestrians. I pull over, keep the engine running, run to the tree and try to shield myself best I can from the hundreds of people walking on the sidewalk 3 feet from me with my back to them, and go "Niagara Falls" on that poor tree.

It was like time stopped, I couldn't believe what I was doing, so I tried to detach from reality. I couldn't hear the traffic or anything except I could hear the stunned silence from the dozens of pedestrians behind me...with occasional mutterings in French, something like "blah-blah-blah-ohhh Amerikan". In about 30 seconds, it was done, I zip up and jump into my still running car, and pop right back into traffic and take off before any "policiers" arrived on the scene. Got to the restaurant, had a great date, and a great night, went back to the US the next morning.

Did you wash your hands as soon as you got into the restaurant before meeting your date? LOL probably not, just like my boys..