Sometimes a dimensional drain installed into the bladder - something that burrows through a higher dimension and into a sanitary disposal somewhere else - would be nice.
I mean, I don’t drink like a fish or anything, but full bladders can be more abruptly insistent than most anything else.
I used to live (alone, unsurprisingly) in a house with a games room in the attic. The only toilet was on the ground floor. So I ran a hosepipe all the way through the house so I didn’t have to trapse down two flights of stairs to pee. Thinking back, I both admire and loathe the person I used to be.
As a guy I would gladly high-five you for coming up with such a creatively practical solution, but you’re gonna have to wash your hands, first. Thoroughly.
Sometimes a dimensional drain installed into the bladder - something that burrows through a higher dimension and into a sanitary disposal somewhere else - would be nice.
I mean, I don’t drink like a fish or anything, but full bladders can be more abruptly insistent than most anything else.
I used to live (alone, unsurprisingly) in a house with a games room in the attic. The only toilet was on the ground floor. So I ran a hosepipe all the way through the house so I didn’t have to trapse down two flights of stairs to pee. Thinking back, I both admire and loathe the person I used to be.
What was the games room like?
That’s… disgustingly impressive.
As a guy I would gladly high-five you for coming up with such a creatively practical solution, but you’re gonna have to wash your hands, first. Thoroughly.
Oh, it’s okay, I kept a rag next to the funnel. And I used a funnel. Belt and braces, you see?