Up the Creek Without a Piddle

Squirt Alert
Continued From: "Up the Creek Without a Jack Bauer"

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.

For the bear?


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"
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