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He is pissing off the deck. And no the ground won't start smelling like piss from that lol
Depends where the last few drops go.
You'd have to have quite a lot of last few drops to smell up the place. Or some ridiculously potent piss.
Have you ever seen a public urinal?
No of course not. Please elaborate. Do they get similar amounts of users or something else that's comparable?
I'm now more interested in how you've never seen a urinal.
Bless your heart
Now I'm even more intrigued: a Finnish name, but deep south US vernacular.
I've seen Americans use that and I've since been eager to find the opportunity to use it myself
They all have misses and drips all around them. It's such a simple skill that men can't master even when an entire industry was built to accommodate them.
But you are blasting piss off the porch, the direction is away from you. Almost all of the splatter is gonna end up on the lawn, where you're pissing anyway.
Not if he does it every night. A few drops after a few weeks is a fair bit and wood soaks up liquid pretty good.
Wood for an outside deck isn't going to be soaking up much liquid, or the deck would turn to shit after a couple rainstorms. It's probably pressure treated
I'm now imagining him getting bottles of concentrated piss and pouring it off the deck in the middle of the night to deter predators.
I imagine there's a racoon hiding underneath the boards, just lying there with its mouth open, waiting