Out on the road today, a 24 ounce WaWa coffee demanded release. Java can do that, be it the caffeine or whatever is in the brew. Does joe make a bladder spasm? Like make it squeeze down so hard that it makes a person sweat? For sure, the release of processed coffee is, well, satisfying. Oooohhhhh.
It's a pity that somebody, maybe Warren Buffett, doesn't donate periodic road pisseries, here and there, so that when a bladder spasms, there is a retreat. Many times, especially in the swamps of South Jersey, a car is pulled off to the side of the road. Sure enough, somebody is adding to the Kirkwood-Cohansey aquifer. Sometimes, if the timing is right, a passer-by can see stuff. Once a lady was seen standing straight up on Weymouth Road, by the furnace, like a man, with a stream like a man, but she wasn't no man.... unless he had really short fingers, but I digress.
Here's the view from the overpass bridge, where I had to stop for fear of wettin' the leather. Not much to aim at but the log. And that wasn't that much fun inasmuch as the once-a-tree was already wet. In situations like this, it's always best to bespoil something dry. Nonetheless, the whole outdoors void is akin to skinny dipping. Too bad there such a hang up with things like public pissing and skinny dipping. Oh, just in case, it's good to know, urine is sterile.
Well, back on the road again. Things always seem so much clearer post micturation. Not sure, but there must be endorphin release with a bladder deflation. Is there? Oops... there's a WaWa ahead on 30.... Second cup of the morning will be mine. Can't wait to fill 'er up. Lookin' this time for a dry comeuppance.
E cosi va!