city people just don't understand

11.10.03 - 04:09pm
mood: meh
 
Having grown up on a farm, I've learned to become one with nature.
So at times when my bladder is a knockin' I don't hesitate to become one with nature.

Get it? ONE
Bladder knockin'? Number ONE?
GET IT??

Paul and his woman of many years (ladies names not disclosed) were throwing their annual 'House Warming Party', of which I was a guest. We (being a crowd of 10 or so) were in conversation of our k9 companions when I dropped the bomb.

...and I quote (roughly)....
"My dog is the best, he's so shy that if I'm around when he's trying to do his business he'll hold it in and go later.
Then if I'm gonna go outside, he gives me my space and won't watch."

My god did that floor the city folk.
I think their jaws were on the ground, each of them.

My only defence was, "none of you grew up in the country, did you?"

Seriously, why go inside when I've got 10 acres of land and no neighbours. The native americans did their number ONE outside, so what modern day social ethic states that I must go inside when there's a perfectly good yard outside willing to take what I may deliver?

Told that story to my father and he agreed, city people just don't understand.

Meh... while all you city folk try and hold it in for a crack at the bathroom, I'll gladly be releiving myself on the nearest lawn or street pole.