Weeing for da land
Sitting in full sun atop the plaza near MASP, I watch the busy street below. On the roundabout in the middle of the street is a man, weatherbeaten and limping, trying to hitch rides. He takes a break from this to undo his pants, take his penis out and urinate in an impressive arc, to a cacophony of car horns and giggles. He sits down*, and a flash of green and red materialises on his head. The colours and the logo look familiar. I squint.
It’s an MST cap. Heh.
*Notice that he does not appear to do his pants up again.
I assume this mating ritual you witnessed has a suitable Brazilian term for it?
Comment by Mr Frasco Man the Argumentative Pirate & Leader of the Council of Extreme Revenge — 9/21/2005 @ 10:20 am
Yeah we get them kind here at Magill frequently… didn’t realise I was being hit on though
Comment by Chris — 9/22/2005 @ 3:33 pm
I went to Magill but I stress I had NOTHING to do with starting any rituals there. Promise.
Comment by Mr Frasco Man the Argumentative Pirate — 9/22/2005 @ 7:21 pm
I think the guy just needed to have a piss. Honest. No mating agenda or nothing!
Comment by ann — 9/22/2005 @ 11:25 pm
Interesting. Still, did you manage to yell “holy calamity, scream insanity”?
Comment by Mr Frasco Man the Taxman — 9/23/2005 @ 9:11 am