“I was on a road trip with a buddy. We were heading to a three day music fest in Tennessee. We drove through the night, and were making good time. He was driving, and asked me to take the wheel for a second.
He grabbed a Gatorade bottle, unzipped, and started pissing in the bottle. I was a bit uncomfortable with my hand 6 inches above his exposed dick, but we were going 75 mph and his foot was on the gas. We had more pressing concerns, is my point.
He finishes up, and in one swift motion, rolls down the window, and lifts the Gatorade bottle toward the window to dump it.
“Wait what are you do-”
Imagine a full bottle of warm piss filling up the entire interior of a car like a fine aerosol spray in a split second.
That’s what 75 mph wind blowing inward does to a bottle of liquid trying to go outward. I learned that the hard way.
Of COURSE it got in my mouth. But that wasn’t the worst of it. It was clogging my ears like I had been swimming. It was stinging my eyes. It went so far up my nose that I sneezed it out.
We looked at each other, dripping piss.
All I could say was “damn it. God damn it dude.”
He turned on the AC after a time. Piss droplets blew out onto us. It was dripping on us from the ceiling of the car.
We rode for a long time in silence.
Do you know what a person, and the interior of a car covered in piss smell like after being in 103 degree heat for three days, and no means to wash up?
…I do.” – Zsuth