December 29, 20178 yr Active Members Many years ago there was a bar on Folsom Street in San Francisco named the Stud. Not the current one. This one had a trough for a urinal, and it was easy for anybody to stand outside the toilet and watch guys pee. One night I was doing just that, and someone came in and placed a glass under me. So naturally I continued peeing. When I went back into the bar, he was standing there drinking my pee. He never acknowledged me in any way, but it was an odd pleasure to see someone drinking me. I thought that perhaps I could bottle the stuff and sell it! There is a market for anything, as one of our prominent members seems to have discovered!
December 30, 20178 yr 8 hours ago, Lucky said: Many years ago there was a bar on Folsom Street in San Francisco named the Stud. Not the current one. This one had a trough for a urinal, and it was easy for anybody to stand outside the toilet and watch guys pee. One night I was doing just that, and someone came in and placed a glass under me. So naturally I continued peeing. When I went back into the bar, he was standing there drinking my pee. He never acknowledged me in any way, but it was an odd pleasure to see someone drinking me. I thought that perhaps I could bottle the stuff and sell it! There is a market for anything, as one of our prominent members seems to have discovered! It’s fascinating how two people experiencing the very same situation could walk away with totally different stories to tell.
December 30, 20178 yr Author Active Members No doubt Larstrup has an interesting point of view on this. He usually does, so I look forward to hearing it. He is not a fan of mine, so I expect that perhaps his response...has nothing to do with me?
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