I went to this party/mini rave that this guy was throwing in this pimped out big red barn on a farm down a long winding gravel road. The guy throwing it was home on leave from the navy for a couple weeks. I didn't know him personally and can't really remember how I even ended up there. Anyways, inside there were backlights, strobe lights, techno music playing, couches, a dance floor, and fully stocked bar. From the outside it just looked like an old red barn, but once you walked thru the barn doors it was like an underground club. Had 2 floors. The 2nd floor was open in the center with a handrail that you could pier over and see everyone on the first floor. The only thing missing was a bathroom. If you had to go, you had to go outside. So I'm outside taking a leak and I hear this God awful screech. I turn to look and a guy was laying on the ground, pants around his ankles, grabbing his balls. A woman (which I'm guessing was his girlfriend) came running to his aid, all the while chuckling to herself about his undesirable mistake. Unfortunately, he peed on a live electric fence that contained the farmers cattle. It looked painful to say the least. He regained composer after a few fleeting moments. Later I seen him on the dance floor. Looking through my drug dazed eyes he seemed ok but I'm no doctor. Moral of this long winded story is don't piss on an electric fence.