cervixFORaHEart wrote:i think weve had enough of the pissing stories...ok, you were drunk and you pissed somewhere besides a toilet...we get it.
No, there's room for one more.
I was in Tokyo for a summer, and had gone out for a night of hard drinking as is the custom. I was staying with my Mom, and her apartment was about .75 of a mile from the train station, and on the walk home I really needed to piss. In Tokyo, the Japanese can pee in the streets, but if a round-eye gets caught at it he gets a night in jail. So I was trying to hold it for the 20 minutes it was going to take me to get back to my Mom's.
Then, just when I was about to pop like a balloon, I saw a little Buddha statue dressed up in what looked like an Italian table cloth. You see these all over on seemingly random street corners in Japan, always grinning idiotically and wearing necklaces and/or little outfits, and this one looked for all the world like the mascot for JB's/Bob's Big Boy. Well, minus the hair and with bigger earlobes, but still.
So of course I relieved myself on him. At the time I felt it was provoked. And the fact that no cops caught me in the act added in some drunken way to the feeling of justification. I remember thinking they probably had it in for him as well with that smug look on his face and his stupid clothes and were glad to see someone finally give him the golden shower he so richly deserved.
I later learned that these statues are monuments to someone who had died at that location.