Close encounter with a Lion
Back when I were a lad of about 6 delicate years, I was taken to a circus for a birthday treat. Now this was back when the world was still black and white and when circuses still had animal acts. Before the show started they were bringing a lion cub around, for the kiddies to hold on their lap while a (no doubt wildly overpriced) photo was taken.

Just as the carny person was telling me to "say cheese", I became aware of a creeping, warm sensation about my lap. Yes, the little bugger was pissing on me.

I've still got the picture somewhere. It's rather a frozen smile, I have to admit. But not many people can say that they've been pissed on by a lion and lived to tell the tale!
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 15 Jun 2011, 13:21, Reply)