Urine trouble.

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Never let it be said I don’t keep my readers well informed. Honestly, what other blog is going to share a story about wild toileting with you?

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Apparently this really is a thing in Europe.

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Impactful, not to mention stinky.

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I’m guessing this is a male dominate hobby.

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Who knew urine was such a fertilizing hot commodity?

Not me.

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42 thoughts on “Urine trouble.”

  1. I believe in the homeowner’s privilege. I’ve pissed down a whole lot of groundhog tunnels and I’ll do it again. It probably doesn’t bother the whistle piggies much, but if I can ever manage to choke down a dinner of asparagus and Tecate that may change.
    If I’m not on my property or somewhere way out in the woods, I won’t do that. It shows a distasteful lack of dignity, usually. If a homeless person takes a dump in a plastic grocery bag, ties it shut and throws it in a dumpster, that person is trying to live with a modicum of dignity, as opposed to someone who pinches a loaf in the middle of the sidewalk and walks away because “San Francisco sucks, man.”
    Oh brave new world, that has such people in it.

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    1. What is it with men and pissing on their property? Mine pees off the barn porch because he can’t be bothered to walk to the house. Do you feel the need to mark your territory…

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      1. I do feel the need to inform bothersome rodents that when they can piss on my bed we can negotiate. I live in a house with one bathroom, so it occasionally is necessary. If you like mossy rocks and have some, you could maybe persuade your husband to take a leak on them. Moss loves acid.

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