Sometimes nature calls and there’s no bathroom in sight. In that instance, we have no choice but to drop trou and do the deed. We don’t think that was the case for Emile Hirsch who was caught pissing into a plant outside of Bootsy Bellows nightclub in West Hollywood on Tuesday night. He seems more surprised than he should be considering he chose to pee in public and he’s a celebrity. You live and you learn.
Emile is hardly the first celeb to have a public urination incident. We’ve rounded up a few more who are infamous for peeing in public. [E! Online]
“For the first time, there was a traffic jam in the Senate women’s bathroom. There were five of us in there, and there are only two stalls.”
– Senator Amy Klobluchar (D-Minn.) on how the record number of women serving in the Senate (20!) is causing problems in the ladies’ room. Good to know that even lady senators take a long time to pee. May there be many more ladies’ room traffic jams — and a few more stalls, geez, people — in decades to come. [Washington Post]
We’ve seen many photos of James Dean looking sexy and stoic. But we’ve never seen any like this. I didn’t know he was such a multi-tasker. Talking on the phone while taking a wizz is no easy feat. Most remarkable was that he left the door open so celebrity photographer Frank Worth could snap a pic of it. You can hang this print in your bathroom for inspiration. It will run you $899. If pissing photos are not quite your style there are more Frank Worth photographs of James Dean, Marilyn Monroe, Frank Sinatra and others for sale on Fab.com. [WOW]
Greetings, friends. We’re going to try and introduce a new feature around here: “The Most Insane Moment On This Morning’s ‘Today Show.’” The Frisky office always watches the fourth hour of “The Today Show” — that is, when Amelia’s not hanging out with Hoda and Kathie Lee herself! — and we’re going to share their most wacky, insane, red wine-iest moments with you as often as we can. Because we just love you so much. Today, Kathie Lee and Hoda discuss a Swedish lawmaker (a man!) who thinks men should be forced to urinate sitting down to decrease the likelihood of sprays and puddles.
Puddles? And I thought our bathroom at work was bad.
After watching the most recent episode of “Girls,” I came to a rather interesting conclusion. I think the world can safely be divided up into two types of people: 1) People who would laugh if their significant other peed on them (on purpose, as a surprise) in the shower and 2) people who would be mad if such a thing occurred. I am firmly in Camp Laugh Out Loud, along with Julie and Ami, while Winona and Jessica are in Camp Be Furious. (For those of you wondering where Option 3 — “would be turned on” — is, erotic golden showers are another subject entirely.)
Personally, I would laugh at the utter ridiculous ballsiness of such a prank. Plus, I’m not a germaphobe and even if I was, I figure urine is sterile and besides, I am in the shower cleaning already anyway. What’s NOT funny about that? Well, Hannah on “Girls” didn’t find it funny when new official boyfriend Adam pissed on her as a joke, but perhaps that’s because she’s young. Come to think of it, Jess and Winona are younger than Julie, Ami and I, so maybe appreciating a surprise golden shower for what it is — hilarious! — comes with age and maturity. Yes. That must be it.
I love when technology is put to really good use. In Brazil, it is now possible for men to piss in a musical toilet. The Guitar Pee uses special electronic tabs to release chords when splashed with urine. It even records the piss music and makes it into an MPee3 that you can listen to. And there you have it — inventing at its best. My only question: Will they an equivalent for women? I’m sure we’d all appreciate our own opportunity to make beautiful music with our urine. Until then, I’m investing in pee cones. Click though to see more of the world’s weirdest urinals. [TheFW]
Allow me to be bold: I love masturbating. LOVE. “Then why don’t you marry it?” you ask. And I respond: “Believe me, gal, I would if I could. I would if I could.” I figured out the business at age 17, inspired as I’d been by some static-covered soft-core I’d watched on Cinemax, which left the rather dangerous impression that all future sex-makings would involve jewel tone, crushed velvet bedspreads. The revelation – of how to masturbate, that is; not the thing about the bedspreads – proved so delightful, so addictive, that after six days of the stuff, I awoke to find my right hand – the business hand – paralyzed. I kid you not. It was frozen in a manner to suggest I was holding a modest-sized grapefruit. But I was not holding a modest-sized grapefruit. What I was doing, was rather, suffering from a case of carpal tunnel caused by excessive masturbation. Keep reading »