You all remember The Piss Dungeon, right? The story we broke back in March about a guy we knew who found a masturbating piss-fetishist hiding behind the urinals of a Central London pub so that men would piss onto his face without knowing it? Yeah, of course you remember it, it was simultaneously the most crushingly miserable story ever told, and the most remarkable tale of perverse ingenuity. And if you don't remember it, dear god, click this link right now (it's SFW, btw).
Well, today the Sun—readership approximately three million—have retold the tale. (Under an erroneous "EXCLUSIVE" tag. But what do you expect?)
Lesser publications would be pissed off, but frankly, we're just pleased that the story is finally getting the mainstream airtime it deserves. Maybe they'll be covering the Westminster Dog Show on acid next?