User: charliehorse

I was recently at a Home Depot store and it was a very hot day. As a result, I had been drinking several soft drinks while making the 135 mile one way trip from my home to the store. (I live in a very remote area in the southwest US.) I was wearing a pair of short cut off jeans shorts and a sleeveless shirt and sandles. After being in the air conditioned store a while, I really needed to pee. But I was loading a large cart with lumber and supplies for a construction project at my home, and I did not want to stop to go find the bathrooms. So I kept loading the cart and struggling to avoid peeing my pants. But I felt a spurt go in my shorts, then another and another. I thought it probably wasn't that much and would not be noticable. I finally got through loading the cart, and headed off to locate the restooms. When I got into the mens room, the large mirror on the wall revealed that I had a pee spot about as big around as a sofball on the front of my shorts. I finished peeing in the toilet, and went back to finish my shopping. No one ever said anything, but others HAD to have noticed. Later when heading home that day, I had to pee pretty badly again, and again I began squirting in my shorts. I looked down to see the pee pach developing again as I drove, and thought, what the heck, I'll just pee my pants big time. I completely soaked my shorts and the seat. I had to stop to fill my truck with gas to get home at a self serve station, and though my shorts were totally soaked, again no one at the gas station seemed to really pay any attention.

So if you're confronted with an intruder who just smashed in your front door, would you prefer to have a gun (assuming you know HOW to use it - which is more than just pointing it and pulling the trigger) or would you rather have a cell phone? Me? I wanna have BOTH! Most people who make statements about how guns are not useful in self defense etc. are absolutely correct - FOR THEMSELVES since they are basically clueless as to how to use one in the first place. And naturally they project their own lack of knowledge onto everyone else and come to the "obvious" conclusion that one cannot effectively defend himself (herself) with a gun. A welding set is also USELESS to one who does not know how to use it. But to those of us who have gotten the proper training and practice in using one, it can be invaluable. Same thing with a gun. I agree that just buying a gun and "some bullets" and stuffing them in a drawer is useless at best and obviously can be dangerous - like the guy who lights up the welding torch without knowing what the hell he is doing with it. GET SOME TRAINING! It's readily available and can be - a blast! However, if you are not confident that you could take the life of another in defense of yourself and your family stick with the cell phone and leave the gun at the gunstore. Just don't presume that everyone else in the world shares or SHOULD share your convictions.

Finally it might interest you to know that a gun even in relatively inexperinced hands can often change the outcome of a confrontation with a BG ("Bad Guy"). In over 95% of cases where a victim uses a gun to defend himself (herself) in such a situation NO SHOTS are ever fired either by the BG or the victim. The sight of a gun pointed at you by someone who at least appears ready to use it, can be a real mind changing experience. Yeah, it's true that people often times survive gunshot wounds - particularly from handguns. Then there are quite a few who DON'T. Would you like to play the game and see how many times someone can shoot you without killing you? How many shots would you like to try? 3, 4, 5? What? Not even ONE!? Come on, where's your sporting spirit? Where did I pull that 95% figure above? Try the FBI Uniform Crime Statistics (available on line). Actually I beleive the real number is over 95%, but I am conservitive with this kind of thing. If all you know is what the "news" media packages and spoon feeds you, consider yourself to be basically ill informed. Oh and one last thing: I am among those 95% who at one time had to help a BG change his mind - which he did as he ran off into the darkness. The police arrested him 2 days later as he was screwing around someone elses home at 2:30 AM.

In your last question, about what causes global warming, how about THE SUN? Naw! The sun couldn't possobly do that now could it? Just doesn't make any sense. It's gotta be all those SUV's and such.

BTW: since about 2000 the average global temperature has remained nearly constant or if it has changed any at all, it may have actually dropped slightly, though probably not a statistically significant amount.

See http://icecap.us - probably not really an authoritative site though. It was only founded by John Coleman, the founder of the Weather Channel. I mean what the hell could he possibly know about global warming? I'm sure Algore is far more qualified than some dopy meterologist who founded the Weather Channel!

Yeah, I've basically concluded the same thing about peeing in my (speedo style) swimsuit at the beach:

A couple of summers back, I was swimming at a beatiful lake with a nice sandy beach in south eastern New Mexico. I was wearing a "platinum" (silver -gray) nylon AussieBum suit. I had been swimming for quite a while and got out to dry off, warm up a bit and have a nice big soda. As I sat in my little, low beach chair, I partially dozed off with the warm sun beating down. After a while, I woke up with the need to pee very badly. Of course, my suit was totally dry by then. I started to stand up to walk over to the beach restrooms which were kind of far away, but as soon as I started to move, I realized that if I stood up I was probably going to lose it. So I sat there only about 12 feet away from the attractive college aged female lifeguard, bursting for a pee pondering what to do. Luckely for me, she was fully engrossed in talking to her boyfriend who was visiting her. I thought about my situation and knew I only had a few minutes left before I had to do something! I decided to just "let a little go" to relieve the pressure and THEN try for the bathrooms. But when I started, I just lost it peeing like a racehorse in my silver-gray aussieBum for at least a full minute. I Made a commendable puddle in the sand beneath my chair (which is low enough that it was hard to notice) but the dark pee patch down the front of my swimsuit was very obvious and I knew the butt was similarly soaked. I descretely pulled my towel over myself and thought about what to do next. After about a minute, I decided to just throw off the towel, stand up and quite deliberately march over to the water and jump in. In doing so I know that several people MUST have noticed, but no one made any comment that I could hear, nor did they even appear to particualrly notice me. I jumped in, swam for about 45 minutes and then got out and went back to my beach chair for yet another soda. No one ever said anything to me the rest of the day. Since this time I have decided that often times people at the beach are too busy with their own fun to pay that much attention to strangers, and when they see a partially wet swimsuit, they probably just think that it is partially dried out from your last swim and therefore don't really pay that much attention.

At other times I have peed my dry swimsuit and let it dry completely again - never getting into the water. Again, no one ever seems to notice or if they do they sure don't seem to pay any attention.

Only one time was I ever "caught." I was at a state beach in Florida where the bathrooms were easily ½ mile or more away, since that's about how far down the beach I had swam since getting in the water. I was on my way back, walking back up the beach, and the need to pee became kind of overbearing. There were really very few people on the beach as far as I had gone, so I just started letting it go through my burgandy speedo as I walked. Well, for some reason I hadn't noticed this old grandmotherly woman - fully clothed in street clothing who was walking toward me. She obviously saw that I was peeing in my my swimsuit as I walked and gave me a horrified look as though she had just seen a ghost or something. I walked on by her, pretending to not particularly notice her. And I chuckled about it all the rest of the way back to the car.

Once a couple of years ago, I was wearing a pair of tight, cut-off Levis 501 jeans shorts (button fly) and a pair of nylon bikini style underpants. I was working outside in the yard and began to need to pee. I tired to ignore it, but the need got stronger and stronger rather quickly and finally I just turned toward the wooden fence and let the pee go without unbuttoning. To my surprise and delight an awesome stream of pee shot out of the fly between the buttons hitting the fence about 14 inches away, while more pee thoroughly soaked the front of the shorts and began dripping down my legs onto the ground and into the canvas deck shoes I was wearing. What fun!

Last summer while wearing these same shorts and underwear I was driving on a long stretch of interstate highway and because it was very hot, I had drank several cans of coke. Naturally the need began to rise and with it so did my willie. I tried to hold it as I looked for a rest stop I remembered somewhere in the area from an earlier trip, but alas the rest stop did not show up in time. Finally I just gave up and let go with full force in my pants. A jet of pee squirted through the fly between the buttons hiting the steering wheel and steering column. And because I had held it for so long, I just kept peeing an peeing, thoroughly soaking my shorts. Finally nearly 45 minutes later I came to the remembered rest stop, and needing to pee again, I stopped. But thinking about my wet pants, I decided to just go around in back of the regular parking area where the big truck parking was and got out and peed my pants again leaving an appreciable puddle on the ground. Due to the hot, dry weather and my having the windows down my shorts were completly dry by the time I got to my destination a couple of hours later.