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― stevem (blueski), Monday, 17 March 2003 15:35 (twenty-three years ago)
One time I went on a roadtrip from Louisville to Chicago, in January. My friends Drew, Roach and Jon Cook came along. We were going to the Skin Graft Irritational show, somehow had managed free tickets from an excellent fellow named Howard (who let us stay at his place).
Anyway, we drove up in my mom's Jeep Cherokee, and pretty much as soon as we arrived there was this gigantic snowstorm. We had a couple of hours to kill before the show, and we got a lot of record shopping done. So then, after dinner, we get the bright idea to buy a case of beer and drink it in our car (Drew and I were underage at the time).
So we're parked by this alley, and one by one we each filter out to take a piss by this dumpster. I decide to stick with the car, y'know, in case anything happens. Finally, I decide to go take a piss (after the other three had peed like 5 times each). As I'm walking back from the dumpster, a cop car pulls up, and I get a ticket. They look at my driver's license, then see the Kentucky plates on the Jeep, and ask me if it's my car (meanwhile my friends are still huddled in the backseat, with piles of empty beercans). I manage to convince the cops that it's not my car, and they let me go (I never showed up in court, btw). After feigning to walk away from the Jeep, I go back to it after the cops leave, and we make our way to the show. On the way, Jon decides he has to pee again, but we're on a busy street so I can't stop. He rolls down one of the back windows, and out comes a steady, steamy warm stream.
Later that night, he puked on a table in the Smart Bar after the show, and peed in Howard's futon. We drove back to Louisville the next day in a snowstorm, it took us 10 hours (as opposed to the normal 5).
That's my story.
― hstencil, Monday, 17 March 2003 15:51 (twenty-three years ago)
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― oops (Oops), Monday, 17 March 2003 22:43 (twenty-three years ago)
(Roach's real name: James Brown.)
― hstencil, Monday, 17 March 2003 22:50 (twenty-three years ago)
― oops (Oops), Monday, 17 March 2003 22:54 (twenty-three years ago)
The problem with doing this in a car is that the wind flow goes right against the back of the car so all the urine splashes on the back of your car. This is a similar reason why not to spit out of a window. I prefer the filling of an empty bottle or jar. or pulling over.
― A Nairn (moretap), Monday, 17 March 2003 23:07 (twenty-three years ago)