Originally posted by sasguru
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Halfway through the 2nd half, I was ready to burst ... but because they were recording I had to sit it out. (I did consider ... well, never mind.) Even my goolies were aching.
After the show I was first out the doors and flew into the Gents. I was out before I was in there!
So, a few seconds later the next person came in, a lad in his twenties. I was at the urinal nearest the door, pissing like a horse. I haven't peed like it since I was a teenager. I could have cleaned the grouting with a pressure wash like that.
This lad had a cut 'n' dash then washed his hands. I noticed him glance at me - I'm still pissing like a horse.
Then he used the hand dryer. You could have defrosted your frozen dinner in the time he spent under the hand dryer. Meanwhile a few others had been and gone.
By this time I was in some pain; you know how you are after a good gypsy's kiss. I suspect I may have been quietly moaning and groaning.
Eventually he slowly walks toward the door and as he passes me stops, looks down to see if I am holding a hose pipe and no - I'm just pissing like a horse.
He looked me in the eye and despairingly said "Jesus, man" then, shaking his head, he slowly walked out.
That felt good. Really, really good. I had piss-grossed a bloke half my age.
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