France:
My husband and I went to Vegas. Had a good time too.
We were downtown at the Four Queens. My hubby likes to sit and play the machines, poker, black jack, etc., so I wandered away and was just enjoying myself.
When I wandered past him again. He grabbed my arm and said, 'Where the hell have you been? I need to take a piss so bad I can taste it.' He got up and ran for the restroom and I sat down and played his machine.
He came back and said, 'That's it let's cash out.' Which is something he never, ever says. So in the cab going back to the Strip I asked what went wrong. He said that he was undoing his flying and raced up to a urinal and started to piss like a race horse and a young man in his 20's leaned over his shoulder and said,
'Pretty good pressure for an old man'.
I thought I was going to pee my pants when he told me. It must be 10 years since then and I still get a tickle out of it.