Problem is, some of good folks around these parts know Photoshop. They know it quite well.

As a result you can never truly trust what they show you.

An idea for a dating agency is forming in the back of my mind...

C.R.A.P

Club for Rancid Asparagus Piss

Sign me up

A lot of cotton candy makes your piss hot pink.


<_<

Liar >;)

I wish. I have first hand experience after having cotton candy be my main source of nutrition for spring break.

Oh, well thanks for sharing. These are the kind of things I wanna hear. The subject fascinates me today.

i know for a fact that if you drink alot of water you pee comes out crystal clear and has no smell.....i actually fooled a friuend of mine with this, i won't say how i fooled him but lets just say he goes and gets his own drinks from now on...

oh and if u drink alot of wine(the fruity kind) your pee smells fruity but looks like pee still...

Holy hell, three words:
French. Onion. Soup.

Why?! What's that do?! Tell me now! :)

I worked at a place with a cafeteria and when the special of the day was Salisbury Steak and Asparagus Spears, the bathroom would reek for days.

If you drink a lot of purple pop, like three cans, you will poop out green.

OR one glass of bug juice, grape. In case someone doesn't know what bug juice is, it is the generic term for that really cheap powder mix stuff. Like cheaper than Kool-aid. But a thousand times sweeter.

I'm gonna be trying every one of these. It's gonna be like a rainbow of poop and pee

Memories are strange things, the way that they are provoked.

Supposedly smell has the strongest link with memory, odours triggering ancient long buried recollections, dreams of madeleines and limeflower tea and so on, so I wonder what it takes to invoke a memory of a smell.

This thread, apparently.

I now have in mind a memory of sitting on a toilet in the middle of the night, my eyes bleary from the sleep that still had me in it's Styxian grasp, my mind still befuddled from the alcohol of the evening antics when my senses were assaulted by an unexpected smell rising from between my legs.

Apples.

The reason is simple enough; I'd been drinking cider in copious quantities (by which I mean the alcoholic fermentation of apples, not the apple juice which is called cider in some quarters).

What was surprising though was the source - without being to graphic, glance back a couple of paragraphs and note that I was sat down.

Smelt almost good enough to eat. Almost. Thankfully not quite.

The real question is how many Plimates pee in the shower?

/raises hand

/raises hand

(And anyone who says they don't is a liar...)

EDIT: I need to make an amendment: I won't pee in the shower after I've eaten asparagus.

The challenge is to find the best stance within the shower that washes away the pee the fastest

Hips forward, pee straight down the drain.

Shhhhh, DO NOT tell the missus. ;)