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For a time, I was an avid sinkpisser. I probably went over a year without pissing in the potty. It was so easy to unbuckle my pants, and let that meat log hit the edge of the bowl with a smack. The sink was always perfect pissing height too. No splash. But then I started running into problems that threatened the longevity of the piss. You see, I would shut the drain hatch, so I could look upon my creation. One time I even pissed blood. But the white bowl white start to get these stains on the inside. I could never explain this if my parents asked. To this day, there are stains, and I must confess I have largely given up the sinkpissing ways. I do however, still do it in public bathrooms or if I'm at someone else's house, so I guess I didn't entirely quit. This is my story.
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