I am Larry...and a good friend of mine, Chris, were out drinking one night in 1983. Yes, we were driving too. Krokus "Screaming in the Night" was playing on the radio. In the midst of being totally smashed (BAC had to be 0.40+)...I stopped at the top of a train track overpass...possibly 25-30 ft above the lower ground and the track. We both staggered out of the car, drunk, to relieve ourselves. This area was very rural, with cows and pastures near the tracks.

As we 'relieved' ourselves, one on either side of the car, no one spoke. While I was going 'pee', I heard a muffled tumble...but too drunk to speak...didn't. Once done, I walked around speaking...asking Chris to get done so we could go now. He said nothing. I got louder. Nothing. Going to where he had stood, I said loudly, "CHRIS!" To this...I was met with the most pitiful moan you have ever heard. He had fallen the 30-ft to the bottom...laying there. Moaning.

In his urinating, he had managed to do something that not even a sane sober person would have thought...he had pee'd on a livestock hotwire fence. It had electrocuted him through his urine stream. I walked around and down to retrieve him...and after going to him...drunk (it took a while to get there)...asked him why he came down, couldn't he pee from up above? He then told me how it felt like someone had hit him in the head with a hammer...and then his knees and legs 'turned off' and he fell...urine stream still going. He said that his testicles felt like they were smouldering and damaged...I refused to help him check...but that he would be fine.

I wouldn't let him back in my almost-new Trans Am...he was soaked in pee, and had apparently fallen in a cow patty along his tumultuous trip. He stank! I made him ride in the trunk (yeah...imagine the tiny size of a 1981 TA's trunk!) until I took him back to his car. I left the trunk lid open until we got back near town, then stopped and explained how he had to get in better, so I could shut the trunk, or the cops would see us. He protested. I told him to get in so I could shut it, or walk. Later he told me how the spare tire was almost too much...he felt like a possum wrapped around a spare tire.

While he didn't die from it, he did get his arm set in a cast the following day. He quit drinking with me, after that point also.

This happened about 40-miles from MTSU...but I had many friends that did go to MTSU, and told it almost weekly to them...until they begged me to shut up.

My guess is that this is the basis of the 'Tennessee Pee' story. The truth is funnier than the tale...TRUST ME!

Submitted on 03/17/2010

Submitted by: Larry
Reference: http://darwinawards.com/darwin/darwin2009-14.html

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Bruce said:
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Thanks for the story, Larry. You might want to follow up with an e-mail directly to Darwin through the Contact link on the front page so that she can contact you and verify the story.

Candi said:
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What Bruce said.

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