July 22, 2010

The BUCKET.

I was tweeting this story when one of my clever followers suggested I blog it. So once again, it's Twitter storytime with Little Animation. Drawings only; I know, I know, you wanna see it move. But I'm on vacation here in the UK people! Stop whining.

So there we are at this beach at Marazion, staring directly out at St. Michael's Mount.

And we're looking for a nice little spot, sheltered from the wind, to set up this little portable bbq that my MIL has. Everything is covered in stinkie seaweed as the tide has just started going out. Bleah.

Finally we find a spot right next to the high stone wall at the top of the beach. Nice right? Wrong! It's full of litter!!



So rather than just stare at all the litter and get more and more upset, I decide to start picking it up. So I'm picking up the litter on the beach and putting it in this tin bucket intended to carry home the hot bbq coals.

Meanwhile my husband is building the bbq and stuff. And the kids and my MIL all helped me pick up the litter on the beach. Anyways, you would not believe it, but we filled that bucket right up to OVERFLOWING with beach garbage.



The kind of garbage we picked up from the beach included a paintbrush (used), several plastic bottles, twine, glass, styrofoam, bottle tops. So the tin bucket is overflowing with beach garbage and I'm thinking, wow, good thing we brought this bucket, it's come in handy. Right? Right! I use it to carry all the rubbish to the bins up behind the beach.

So my husband finishes cooking the food on the portable bbq on the beach, and we all eat the food and have a lovely time. And then...it's time to go, and we realize the lid to the tin bucket has been forgotten at home so we can't stifle the hot coals in it.

In short, there's no way to save the coals. But even knowing this, my husband dumps the coals into the tin bucket. And this is where it starts to get weird.


(At this point during my tweets no one had really indicated they were following the story so I asked: Are you listening? Quite a few were listening attentively as it turns out  Guess they learned not to INTERRUPT after the DEAD Rat Story)

Well any ways, it starts to get weird cuz of the bucket now being full of extremely HOT coals from the beach bbq and no lid to put on it. And we can't take that home can we? I mean, you can't put a metal bucket of hot coals in a car with three children and a MIL..

So I'm thinking....I wonder if we could douse it with sea water...?

But my husband says the salt water isn't good for the bucket. And I'm like WTF???

My MIL takes out her water bottle and offers to douse the HOT coals with her meagre quantity of H20. Which would have evaporated immediately.

So the hot coals are in the tin bucket, how to deal with them? And then I can see this evil twinkle in my husband's eye. And I know that evil twinkle. I've seen it before.

I could tell that my husband just wanted to piss in the bucket on those hot coals.

He was determined, okay? And there's no dissuading him when he gets that evil twinkle.

So he's trying to balance the bucket on this ledge in the wall so he can piss in it ONTO the hot coals from the bbq on the beach. And I said "if you piss in that bucket on those hot coals, I will hafta tweet about it."



Of course he ignored my tweet threat and went ahead and pissed in the bucket full of hot coals as it perched precariously on the ledge. Oh dear, what happened next was truly FOUL.



(Here it emerges that several of my male followers admit, nay, boast, that they would have done the same thing. Which is kinda interesting, you gotta admit.)

So away he goes, pissing in the bucket and the steam that came off those hot coals was VILE. And also? Strangely greenish.



Luckily the kids were off rock pooling somewhere and didn't bear witness to their father's antics.

So then would he rinse the bucket out? No, because the salt water is bad for the tin bucket. Folks, I married him and I do love him.

When we all piled into the car to drive back home with the bucket of piss soaked coals now cooling in the back the kids said...  "It smells like ...fish...no - ashes. No wait.....DAD DID YOU PEE IN THE BUCKET?!?"

My husband said he didn't mind one bit if I blogged this. He's pleased cuz he said it makes a better story. And I guess he was right. As he pointed out, no one wants to hear the one about the man who didn't piss in the bucket. Plus he insisted I depict his piss as a manly stream.

His eyes are still kinda bloodshot though.

What's the moral of the story?

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19 comments:

  1. Moral of the story : Have piss will travel (and also solve many problems heh heh) ... I love following this story on Twitter and was stoked that you were drawing it out. Too funny! And yes, I was one of the guys who said they would have done it too!

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  2. ok seriously u rock lmfao
    it has to be a male thing cause my sons always wanna pee outside
    but seriously thanks for the laugh
    ang

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  3. LMAO!!! I was just thinking, that's a waterfall-sized stream of piss! Love this story!

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  4. I'm thinking the moral is that you shouldn't pee in a bucket full of hot coals because your kids will be totally grossed out riding home in the backseat with your bucket o' pee. Ewwwww...

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  5. Moral of the story: Manly streamed piss saves the day!!!

    Great story... love the "Is anyone listening?" insert...

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  6. That man pee is potently stinky. Especially if they have been saving it up all day.

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  7. Also, If I had a penis I would wield it mightily and urinate abundantly.

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  8. So glad to be following you on Twitter and to therefore have discovered your blog! Following you now. Love the story. Also love that you picked up all that litter off the beach. I'd have done the same, and in fact, have been trying to teach my 4 year old twins all about being green, recycling, etc...

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  9. Isn't the moral of the story: Forgetfulness can lead by circuitous routes to the unfolding of a colorful tale to tell?

    Either that or "If you are prone to urinating like an adolescent brontosaurus with a penchant for experimentation, don't come to a BBQ ill-prepared!"

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  10. Pass along my compliments of the "Mighty Man Piss" stream, LOL! Priceless.

    Moral of the story - One mans trash is another man's piss pot lining!

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  11. moral of the story: if things get too hot, just tell them to "Piss off" literally!

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  12. This? made me laugh. Thank you for sharing. So the salt water was BAD for the bucket but the acid piss was OK? I can never understand husband logic.

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  13. @ TheNextMartha - I know, right?!? Also? The tweet threat was totally useless.

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  14. Lol! The original cave-man fire hose...

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  15. Well you can't say he didn't have a pot to piss in.

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    1. True...but I can say he didn't have to piss in it.

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  16.  The YETI Tank is not your ordinary ice bucket. It's armored to hold the cold until long after the party is over. Perfect for that backyard barbecue, g try here

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