i was in a bar in santa barbara and was hanging out with a guy who friends with martin gore of depeche mode, who lives in santa barbara. later that evening i was taking a piss and gore walks in to piss. he sets up next to me and starts talking to me. i respond with a nod or shot answer and tell my friend immediatley that martin gore is a piss talker. we both laugh hysterically.

on a related note, my new short boss is also a piss talker.

piss talking = piss (crap)

Isn't there already a Larry Craig thread?

I can't piss while two fuckin' rednecks are incessantly debating football.

I wrote this on a bathroom wall when I was 16 at my high school:

Cock in hand?
Shut up man!

It was completely necessary.

CRAP.

I've got the funniest story about this ever.

A man I know who we'll call J - an amazing guitarist and guitar teacher, a black man in his fifties - was at a Discipline-era King Crimson concert. He's waiting on a long line for the men's room before the show starts.

He sees Robert Fripp walk past - and go into the ladies room. Apparently Fripp didn't want to wait on line in the men's room. So J is waiting to piss at the front of the line, and then he sees Fripp walk out of the ladies room and into the men's room. J is now about to finally have access to the urinal, and Fripp cuts to the front and starts taking a whiz. So J walks up to the next urinal, and starts to piss. J then looks across at Fripp and says: "What's the matter, Bob, didn't they give you a dressing room?"