Squirt Alert
As mentioned, I spread manly urine around the outside of the house to keep bears from breaking in and disturbing our safety, sleep, and Sugar Smacks.
Twenty-six years of marriage. Actual conversation.
Donna: What are you doing with that [gallon container]?
Mike: Collecting urine.
Donna: For the bear?
Mike: Yeah.
Donna: Why don't you just go pee on the house? Nobody will see you.
Mike: Nope, no more. With my luck, while I'm doing it, the bear will come up behind and eat me.
Adding new meaning to the term, "cocktail weenie."
Next: "Up the Creek Without a Peek"
