Welcome to the “Piss Club”

It all started as planned the evening yesterday in the Saltycrax bar, when Franky, Shane (suspected to wear a diaper), Matthew and Mick gathered around the table to join the 100 Club. If you take a look at the wall in the bar at Saltycrax you can see all the visitors who made it into the club.

The rules are:
1 You have to drink one 25 ml shot of beer every minute for 100 minutes (2.5 liters in all).
2: You are not allowed to leave the table.
3: You are not allowed to eat while doing this.
4 YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PISS YOUR PANTS OR PISS ON THE FLOOR (which none of us knew)

I was doing good, very good - normally my bladder doesn’t have the capabilities to hold more than 2-3 beers, but this evening I was on number 6 beer before I noticed Franky an ex-Jugoslavian making sounds and move around on the bench in front of me. He was on the edge to let go on all he had,on the edge of exploding. Before I noticed it the floor around us had changed into a running river of Franky’s urine. And Simone our time keeper was more than chocked. It was for sure not what she had expected of us guys when she agreed to keep time on our wet drinking game. Who was the next to follow?
Not exactly a great thing to do, when Simone was around (a Danish girl working as volunteer in SA). Simone took it with a laugh to start with. Later she thought we were nasty as hell. Soon Matthew was heading the same way as Franky, the bench was leaking and the floor underneath the table was full of used beer. Now with two guys sitting and enjoying the feeling after a good piss (can it be better than sex?) I was on the edge to leave the table and the 100 Club or go the same way as Franky and Matt. I didn’t care that Simone was sitting right next to me, I’ll probably never see her or the other guys again, so I pulled down my pants, undies and felt a great relief right away. I think I must have been taking a leak for a couple of minutes, the liquid underneath our table was flushing all across the room and trying to invade the bar desk and the people hanging around to follow our stupid game. Now that we all sat there doing the same I felt much better untill the sad news came from the other side of the bar. “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO PISS DURING THE 100 CLUB GAME!” Shit. All this effort for nothing. I could forget everything about the 100 Club, instead we were now members of the Piss Club. With the task of cleaning the floor, and try to make Mark’s (bar man) mood good again. Both Simone and Mark went out of the room, saying words I do not want to recall the day after.
I might give it another shot on Thursday, trying not to get disqualified for something stupid like pissing my pants! The Piss Club will return…  Sorry to all involved last evening! But we had a Jol time. Greetings Team Urinate…