When I was a kid, my aunt and uncle came to visit. My uncle was splitting firewood and drinking beer. I couldn't understand why he came from D.C. to Indiana to split wood. Anyhow, he walks behind the stack of 4' high firewood, downs his beer, opens his pants and starts peeing on the ground. I said "We got two bathrooms inside." He said something to the effect of what you guys are talking about regarding the joys of peeing outside. At the time, I just figured he was drunk. Now that I'm older, I'm sure.