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my favorite comment one of you sent me regarding this video:
I don’t understand you guys (possibly women) at all. I only pee against walls. It’s been difficult to maintain 100% purity in my wall-peeing habits. Often, while I’m lifting weights and smoking cigars, I find that there’s a toilet nearby but no walls in sight. It’s times like these that I just have to man-up and pee on the nearest wall no matter who’s watching. Because I’m not here to please people – I’m here to please God. Sometimes, like when I’m chasing deer through the woods with a knife between my teeth, I’m surrounded by Manly-Jehova’s beautiful nature but there are no walls around. When I find myself far enough outside civilization like this I just hold it. I hold my pee until I return (with a freshly killed deer) to some place with walls. If Jesus could fast for 40 days then we, as men, ought to be able to hold our pee for 40 days as well. A few months ago I was in a rodeo and, having broken six ribs and both my feet, I was left sprawling in the middle of the rodeo circle and I didn’t have the strength to crawl to a wall. So I built a wall right there with my bare hands. And I peed on it. I should point out that the ruggedest men prefer gray concrete walls with pieces of steel jutting out while the more effeminate wall-pissers prefer stucco or anything with a pattern. I can only pray to my Cage-Fighting Jesus that all of you men learn to be as holy. And, of course, he’ll answer my prayer because I fulfill a culturally accepted gender role. Jack Danger Canty