License to Piss Everywhere.
Does a British... neigh, a European Drivers licence... neigh, a passport, give legal allowance to urinate everywhere in the streets?
This isnt a gender thing, cos the girs are at it too! Ive seem mad juicy labia danglers spraying wee-wee onto the streets from beneath many a fine European lady in the last few months.
It seems in Europe, in this case England, BUT NOT JUST ENGLAND, there arent enough public toilets. So people be all whizzlin in the street, like they some kinda fucking Gardena sprinkler system (its a shame concrete doesnt need watering eh...?)
Sure, I be hanging out in back streets and alleyways... but thats no excuse! Its bad enough that Londons drains are full of human excreta, without every 5m of pavement being skidstreaked with pee. Smelly. Gag!
In Australia its mostly the dogs... of the canine sort, that widdle on the streets. Here, its every man and woman who deems the sidewalk fit.
Then theres the vomit...
Tonight i was out reccying shit. Wandering bout 'ole London town between 10pm and 3:30am...
'No lady, im not watching you take a piss, but you are in my line of sight and with all this light pollution there aint many stars to gaze up at, so by accident, im watching you take a slash up against the side of a phonebox, sorry, but too bad... nice landing strip btw' Guess i should be glad its not *inside* the phonebox, in case i have to dial 999 when they, after taking their so very lady-like widdle, pass out, then start to choke on their own spew.
Mind you, i did finally, after like 6 months of being in London, finally walk past Buckingham Palace...
Noone was home it looked like.
Im trying to decide if i should goin see Seabound or Combichrist...
Heres two pics of Flame n I, in Kiev, acting like spaccas.
Old Hotel, Groovy Wallpaper
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How not to Ride the Trolleybus.
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This isnt a gender thing, cos the girs are at it too! Ive seem mad juicy labia danglers spraying wee-wee onto the streets from beneath many a fine European lady in the last few months.
It seems in Europe, in this case England, BUT NOT JUST ENGLAND, there arent enough public toilets. So people be all whizzlin in the street, like they some kinda fucking Gardena sprinkler system (its a shame concrete doesnt need watering eh...?)
Sure, I be hanging out in back streets and alleyways... but thats no excuse! Its bad enough that Londons drains are full of human excreta, without every 5m of pavement being skidstreaked with pee. Smelly. Gag!
In Australia its mostly the dogs... of the canine sort, that widdle on the streets. Here, its every man and woman who deems the sidewalk fit.
Then theres the vomit...
Tonight i was out reccying shit. Wandering bout 'ole London town between 10pm and 3:30am...
'No lady, im not watching you take a piss, but you are in my line of sight and with all this light pollution there aint many stars to gaze up at, so by accident, im watching you take a slash up against the side of a phonebox, sorry, but too bad... nice landing strip btw' Guess i should be glad its not *inside* the phonebox, in case i have to dial 999 when they, after taking their so very lady-like widdle, pass out, then start to choke on their own spew.
Mind you, i did finally, after like 6 months of being in London, finally walk past Buckingham Palace...
Noone was home it looked like.
Im trying to decide if i should goin see Seabound or Combichrist...
Heres two pics of Flame n I, in Kiev, acting like spaccas.
Old Hotel, Groovy Wallpaper
How not to Ride the Trolleybus.
