(Actually, they're called "urinary marathons," but that's just in formal speech.)

Here's a pissing story for you:

J. Golden and some of the Brethren were up in Lymon, Wyoming, I believe it was; and were going to build a bridge across a river -- it really wasn't much of a stream of water. J. Golden remarked, "Why I can piss that much."

President Grant said to him, "Brother Kimball, you're out of order!"

J. Golden replied, "Yes, and if I wasn't out of order I could piss more than that!"

Wonder what the tscc would do with him today?

And the story that I heard was that when he arrived at the pearly gates, St. Peter greeted him with, "Well, Brother Kimball, I see we've finally got you up here." To which Golden replied, "Yes, but by damn you had to kill me to do it."

He died in a one-car accident in 1938, and some uppity members have suggested that his swearing and stuff caused the Lord to take him in an accident. They fail to mention that he was 85 when it happened.