let's go outside and pee

fuck that. the mexican music is starting to get on nerves.

well, what i assume was the mexican birthday song was alright, but that polka shit is wearing thin.
 
Golfing is fun. You learn to toss grass in the air. It comes in handy.
 
I peed outside (down wind of course) twice the other day, so my son wouldn't have to leave the pool.
 
My boys pee outside because we haven't had enough rain to fill the tank yet.
This morning it was minus 3.
:D
 
One of the rural public houses near my brother's village didn't have any toilets from the time it was built in the 1600s to when it was closed at the start of the 1980s.

It didn't have a bar counter either. The beer was in the cellar. If you wanted a pint, the landlady or her younger sister would go down the steps to the cellar, draw a pint from the appropriate barrel and place it on a small shelf next to the cellar door.

If you wanted the toilet, there was a sign inside the entrance door. 'Gentlemen to the Right; Ladies to the Left.'.

You turned in the appropriate direction, went through a space in the fence, and peed against the pub's outside wall. The wall was lined with slate and an open half-gutter ran along the side of the pub to the stream behind the pub.

The Public Health Inspector visited the pub in the early 1980s, probably the first such visit since the pub had been built, and closed it down.

The beer was great!
 
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