<human>: This didn't happen today, but two spring breaks ago I was visiting Emory in Atlanta while searching for colleges (about 9 hours from my house) with my friend and his dad. We packed a cooler full of Gatorade into my buddy's dad's new BMW on the way down, stopping frequently for bathroom breaks. Needless to say, we did the same on the way back up. However, this time, I was exhausted from walking around in the ATL sun all day, and chugged a few Gatorades and fell asleep. 8 and a half hours later, I awake with a throbbing bladder and insist we need to stop to pee. My friends dad tells me we're 15 minutes from home, and asked me if I could hold it. I insisted I couldn't, so my friend just told me to pee in one of the empty Gatorade bottles (these are the bigger-than-normal one's (32 ounces = 1 liter)). I agree and start doing my business in the back seat. All is good as my relief rushes through my body. With three quarters of the bottle full, I realize my stream wasn't slowing. I panic and tell my friend to hand me another bottle. By now the bottle is full with the head of my dick awkwardly realizing how hot pee is and piss squirting all directions out of the bottle into the porous leather seats. It was a miserable 15 minutes home that was never discussed again.

This was the gatorade bottle size:

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<bot>: TIFU and thought I could pee into a 32 fl oz bottle in my friend's dad's BMW; I couldn't.