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ORIGINAL: chezzy52

I'd be making funeral arrangements for the poor girl and wish her well in the afterlife.

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ORIGINAL: UncleNasty

A thousand winters ago I did a 3 month sea kayak tour/adventure in Baja. Living out of my truck, staying on the beaches - often for free but sometimes renting little palm frond huts for about $2 a night. It was wonderfull.

There is an island off the coast of La Paz, Espirito Santo, that I had wanted to see. Espirito Santo had a reputation for being among the most beautiful islands around the penensula. It was several miles out into the Gulf of California and I didn't think it wise to make the trip alone so I went around to various boatyards and the like looking for someone to paddle out with me and spend a few days. Baja has a reputation for being a great kayak spot so I figured it would easy to find others making the trip.

I looked for 3 days. Nothing. No one. I was on the point of giving up when I found a group of 5 - 2 men 3 women - getting ready to make the trip. I asked if I could join them and they gladly said yes. We packed gear that afternoon, coordinated food, medical supplies, etc. That evening we shared a wonderfull meal together and got to know each other. A good time was had by all.

The next morning we rose before sunrise, had a quick breakfast and set off. Early mornings usually had the sea fairly calm and this morning it was almost like glass - easy paddling. We made good progress and were making about 4 knots. I had a compass on my boat so I took the lead and set our course.

Typical of Baja, by 10:00 winds had begun to rise. Gently at first, but within an hour or so they had risen to 20-25 knots. Tough making forward progress in winds that speed, but we paddled on. In the first 3 hours we'd gotten about 3/4 of the way there. It took us another 3 to make the last 1/4.

We were in the wind shadow of the island and approached from the SW. It was gorgeous. As we paddled along the beach looking for our first nights camp site we all began to relax. To a person within 15 we all had to pee like race horses. Hurredly we beached the boats and drug them up on shore. The other two fellows and I headed for some trees just up the beach a little while the three gals made haste towards a small hill about 50 yards away.

As we were draining our hoses we heard cacophanous cackling coming from the hill. Thinking little of it we walked back to the boats and started dragging them further up the beach. The gals returned a few minutes later, laughing almost uncontrollably. We had to ask. One of them, in between guffaws, managed to tell us, "Sara tried to pee standing up (giggle) and she was (chortle), she was (side splitting cackle) peeing into the wind (uproaorious erruptions of glee)!!!!"

We all had good laughs at this. And sure enough she had sprayed herself pretty well. She was laughing at herself too, but was also a little red faced.

Now, if I were writing this for "Penthouse - Readers Letters" I'd embellish and include the wonderfull group sex we had on the beach, on the spot, regale you with tales of all of us coming in buckets, followed by a group piss over naked Sara's golden tanned breasts with erect nipples. Well, that didn't happen :( 

We did spend 4 days on the island hiking, paddling, ascending the highest points to watch sunsets and rises, found a hot spring, fished for fresh scallops, fished out of the ocean, had great meals. It was a great rip and they were very nice folks.

We parted company when we got back to the mainland. They headed south to Cabo San Lucas and I went to the west coast to Isla Magdelena to paddle with the grey whales.

The end.

Uncle Nasty

Oh, not quite. There has been a product on the market for years to aid womens urinating whilst standing. Called the "Lady J." Made of plastic and reusable. Campmor out of Paramous, New Jersy carries it. A collapsable version, as the film showed, is a good idea. Easy to transport in a pocket. And the girl in the film was pretty cute :)

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ORIGINAL: Pyrrsefanie

Seriously, this isn't meant to be offensive to anyone who's into drinking urine, but can one of you explain to me what the appeal is of it, or how the Hell you get past the taste?

I don't usually admit this, but I was curious about it myself once upon a time.  Read a wikipedia article on it that said that it was safe and if well-hydrated it'd taste like lightly salted water.

THEY FUCKING LIED.

After brushing my teeth for fifteen minutes straight and gargling with several doses of mouthwash I still had the dry heaves.  Is it a psychological thing where the pleasure derived from the humiliation/dehumanization of it outweighs the fact that it tastes, well, like piss?  Or do some people just genuinely not mind the taste?  Maybe I got a bad batch...? I have no idea, but I just had to swallow down a mouthful of antacids to chase away the nausea I get when even trying to RECALL that event.