Enzyme reminds me
It was New Year's Eve some time back. I'd been out for the night with the ex, and we'd popped home quickly before heading back out again to do the traditional standing around the market square waiting for the clock tower to chime in midnight so we could wish total strangers a Happy New Year.

We lived close to the bus station, and the route to the clock tower took us past it. As we approached I noticed a shape huddled in the rose bushes.

I say huddled, as we drew nearer I could see that it was a young lady, bent forward, with her hands resting on her knees, skirt hitched around her waist and her knickers around her ankles.

Within a split second, a torrent of urine sprayed from her exposed sausage depository... And I mean a torrent. It gushed forth with a ferocity that would have put the Piper Alpha blaze out in one fell scoot.

I think the lass was completely oblivious to the fact that she was in public. Until an older woman who was walking in the opposite direction, and obviously a bit worse for wear herself, noticed what was happening and decided to shout "OOH, WEE WEE" at the top of her voice, while the roses glinted in the half moonlight with yellow dew.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 3 Jun 2009, 18:37, Reply)