Pissing in the back yard.
I've just finished moving again. I have a small 1 bedroom cottage in Franktown. I broke it in as I always do....by pissing in the backyard. I'm not sure how or when it started, but it's been a tradition of mine as long as I can remember. It's not officially my home until the ritual is complete. I was once challenged with an upstairs apartment, but it fortunately had a small balcony.
It isn't just my house either. Odds are if I've been a guest at your house....I've pissed in your backyard. It's kinda hard to tell at Mom and Dads but it may have been their front yard. Mel...yup. Ron...numerous times. Tami...in numerous cities.
The world is my urinal.
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hrmmm...dad....all I can say is beware of the dogs LOL!!!! oh...and we have very nosy neighbors
I like Franktown - but then, I remember it as a quiet farming community. Now that you have a new address, would you like to share?
I coulda done without knowing that, George :-P
Pissed in my back yard yesterday. Something about cool winter breeze and looking at the moon while I empty my bladder that gives a sense of belonging in the world.
Ummm ... uhhh ... hmmm ... Nice weather we're having. How 'bout those (enter sports team name here)? Did hear about (place subject of relevant gossip here)?
Congrats on the new digs.
Sorry, Le. Won't work. Just last night I took a leak behind my house where I plant my tomatoes each year. Helps them grow. Don't think it affects the taste, either.
Note to self, Don't eat dad's maters
Is that why the grass is dead in that corner and the dog won't go back there?
Boy pee good --- girl pee bad
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