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The boys were down on George Street drinking their faces off and like it often does, last call and closing came much too early. Anyway, everybody pours out of the bars and onto the street and the boys are starting to feel a little amorous and quite plastered (like ya would) and decide to try and pick up a couple of chicks. Bob stops a couple of cuties and starts chatting it up. John joins in and the girls seem receptive to their charms. Things are going well when all of a sudden, John turns around, sticks it out and starts whizzing on the sidewalk. Bob, noticing what he's doing, tries to talk a little louder (to cover the splashing sound) and works harder to keep the girls attention away from John but to little avail. You see they were standing on a bit of a grade with the boys uphill and a stream (more of a torrent after you've drank about a dozen or so beers) of piss comes rushing down hill and sweeps over the toes of the ladies favorite pumps. Needless to say, the ladies starting shouting things that would make a streetwalker blush and stormed off leaving a wet trail for about 50 feet.
Signed K.P.
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