Go try it and get back with us. Unless you have serious prostate problems you will get shocked. Maybe you are thinking that the stream has to continue past the wire to the ground. Not so. YOU are the ground. Good solid flow.
I suppose it would depend on how laminar the flow is. And that may vary by individual. Having been shocked rather badly after being handed a garden hose that was flowing over an electric fence I didn't know was there, I can assure you if your urine flow was laminar you sure wouldn't want to be hit in the schlong. I am not sure I could imagine that much pain. I can tell you the pain to my hand and arm was really bad. That was a long time ago, and the memory is still rather vivid.
While renting a log cabin on the farm I now own, ran a weed chopper electric fence from the cabin along the elevated front porch to augment a little pasture/woods for the goats. My buddies and I were drinking beers admiring the goats in their tree house one evening. Went inside to get more refreshments. Heard a loud commotion and come running out seeing my friends rolling on the ground. Apparently one bud had decided to pee off the porch hit the line and others fell down laughing in sympathy. Evidence was compelling that this was not an urban legend. I missed the moment and others were not inclined to repeat the experience.
An elderly couple is enjoying a 50 year anniversary dinner together in a small tavern. The husband leans over and asks his wife, “Do you remember the first time we had sex together over fifty years a go? We went behind this tavern and I made love to you.”
“Yes,” she says, “I remember it well.”
“Ok,” he says, “How about taking a stroll round there again and we can do it for old time’s sake.”
“Oooooooh Charlie, you devil, that sounds like a good idea.”
There’s a police officer sitting in the next booth listening to all this, and having a chuckle to himself. He thinks, “I’ll just keep an eye on them so there’s no trouble.”
So he follows them. They walk haltingly along, leaning on each other for support, aided by walking sticks. They finally get to the back of the tavern. The old lady lifts her skirt, takes her knickers down and the old man drops his trousers. She turns around and as she hangs on to a fence, the old man moves in.
Suddenly, they erupt into the most furious sex that the watching policeman has ever seen. They are bucking and jumping like eighteen-year-olds. This goes on for about forty minutes. She’s yelling, “Ohhh, God!” He’s hanging on to her hips for dear life. This is the most athletic sex imaginable. Finally, they both collapse panting on the ground. The policeman is amazed. He thinks he has learned something about life that he didn’t know.
After about half an hour of lying on the ground recovering, the old couple struggle to their feet and put their clothes back on. The Policeman, still watching, thinks that was truly amazing. He was going like a train. I’ve got to ask him what his secret is.
As the couple passes, he says to them, “That was something else. How do you manage it? You must have had a fantastic life together. Is there some sort of secret?”
The old man says, “Fifty years ago that wasn’t an electric fence!”