The New York Public Library is right beside the park of green chairs and farts.

I went inside to try to find a washroom to relieve my bladder which had not been emptied since breakfuss but I discovered that it was closed.

SUDDENLY,

I had to piss very, very badly and sweat started to run down my forehead as I searched high and low for a place to let it out.

Just as I was about to rip off the rabbit head and piss in it, I saw the statue in this picture.

I noticed that there was a crevice behind the statue and I managed to scramble up the stone structure and get behind the statue just in time.

I whipped it out and pissed my brains out.

While I was up there I noticed that somebody probably lived behind the statue.

There was a filthy mattress and four empty bottles of Chinese cooking wine.

I felt sort of bad for having pissed there because I wouldn't want anyone to come and piss near my bed.

If someone pissed near my bed I would probably do something like try to piss back on them.

I didn't want anyone to piss on me so I zipped up my fly really fast and jumped down from the statue.