A babbling brook, a flowing stream, a cd of nature sounds. Sure they all make us think of the act of urination, but visually they don't always whet our appetite for expulsion, which was coincidentally a rejected Guns 'n' Roses album title.
There are only a few things set our flow aflood and get our bladder a burstin'. Imagine for a moment you're touring through Roman ruins and haven't had a sip of water for hours. You're as parched as a nomad roaming the Kalahari. All of the sudden you hear a sound like a loosened faucet or a raging river breaking on through a busted dam.
You know there's no natural bodies of water around you, but up ahead you spy a likeness of Cupid or Artemis with arrow in hand and mouth agape. From that mouth you see water spouting...and while your pipes should certainly be empty, they seem to scrape up what little moisture you have, making you believe that you could just use a trip to the water closet before you should venture any further. That thing that has most likely inspired your urge to splurge is none other than one of Friday's Favorite things...a fountain.
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