I can see putting such a sign up if one is having a party and doesn't want the toilet getting flushed every five minutes, but I've never been poor enough that I felt compelled to smell my own piss. I have friends who aren't regular flushers, and their bathrooms smell nasty even after you've flushed. I urinate outdoors as often as not anyway (I live way out in the country), so it's not even much of an issue. Still, I'm a bit peeved whenever I go into my bathroom to find someone else hasn't flushed after pissing. I've used outhouses, and I don't want my home smelling like one.

Brett Eugene Ralph wrote:I urinate outdoors as often as not anyway (I live way out in the country), so it's not even much of an issue.

I try to urinate outdoors as often as possible. And in all different kinds of places. Chris (as pointed out by Chris Hall) loves to water the yard. Narnia and I are definitely not constant piss flushers, but then, our piss smells like night blooming jasmine so it's not a problem. Having a boy in the house through, JESUS. Everything they DO stinks. So we don't flush the pee until every 4th use or so, before there's too much tp in there, or Chris flushes immediately after he goes.

The poo, well.................the only reason that wouldn't get immediately flushed is if it was forgotten and boy is that embarrassing.

My peeing outdoors story:
I was on my way home from a party some time ago in the early hours of the morning, drunk, tripping and not a little stoned too. I stopped by some bushes to relieve myself. I’d only just got a good flow going when a snake came slowly winding out of the bushes. I’d obviously disturbed its sleep. I was utterly terrified, frozen still, unable to breath, but unable to run as I was in full pee flow now. I thought my time had come. I could only watch as the angry beast slowly passed between my feet. I’m sure I could hear it hiss as it made it’s way behind me. It occurred to me how awful it would be to die like this. I’d be discovered, my body cold, on the side of the road, pants undone, dick in my hand, dead. The blood tests would reveal to my family I was full of all kind of narcotics and alcohol. They’d never check for a snake bite – they’d just assume I was so tanked I collapsed while trying to beat off in the bushes! So I mustered all my strength and forced the last wee I could out… I was peeing for my life people! I was peeing for my honour! And yes, I was peeing the reputation of my family!

As soon I’d finished I focused all my energy – I lept away and started running in a single motion. I had escaped!

It wasn’t until I was a good twenty yards away that it occurred to me that there are no snakes in New Zealand! I had in my hallucinatory state, just been scared witless by a dreaded froth-head pee snake…

I still piss outdoors though. I often laugh while I’m doing it for this reason.

When deciding between the rival priorities of saving water and not having the Most Important Room In The Home smell like a Parisian curbstone, I have to call it CRAP, at least where I live.

Montrealers use more water per capita per day than any other people in the history of civilization. I'm serious. Fully half the city's drinking water leaks out of ancient pipes between the treatment plant and one's house, but the general attitude is fuck it, plenty more where that came from. In our household, even when kept clean to a consistently high standard, the bathroom (a refreshingly old-school layout, with the toilet in its own little room and the sink and shower in the room next door) tends to get rank quick fast.

If you're living in a desert, or in fact nearly every other place in the world, it's responsible behavior, and therefore NOT CRAP. If mildly off-putting.

Marsupialized wrote:Why not just piss in a big bowl, then carry it over to the couch and snuggle with it while you watch TV?

The dog might drink it.

not crap.

if your piss stinks you might should see a doctor. or lay off the smelly foods.

i also piss outside whenever i can. i live in the city though. but there are plenty of alleys.

Despite having their demo produced and a song ("Come And Dig My Crash Pad") co-written by Felix Pappalardi, Toilet Mantra never got the label deal they were looking for.

Boombats wrote:

night_tools wrote:If it's yellow, let it mellow.
If it's brown, flush it down.

If it's red,




baby's dead.

If poo is bloody,





blame your "buddy."

Christopher J. McGarvey wrote:

Marsupialized wrote:Why not just piss in a big bowl, then carry it over to the couch and snuggle with it while you watch TV?

The dog might drink it.

And *poof* it's gone. Situation solved.

('til Rover needs a piss, anyway).

So let me get this straight.

You go into your bathroom and take a leak. You don't flush (do you wash your hands at least or is that wasteful, too?) and you walk away. Maybe an hour later you pee again on top of the pee that has had a chance to sit there and steam awhile. You don't flush (again) and you walk away. Then an hour later you go in to take a dump and you sit down and drop logs in to the pee water that has been brewing for the last two hours. All splashing it on your ass, all making a log/pee stew.

Crap.

Fuck the environment; flush the toilet.