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Taking a leak out in the open is a tricky maneuver. In order to dodge a public urination rap, you've got to be stealthy, somewhat hidden and able to evacuate your bladder with great haste. It's also a bit like real estate, with the onus on location, location, location.

A Polish tourist in London showed himself to be not so knowledgeable about the last part by electrocuting himself while urinating on the tracks of a busy train station.

The 41-year-old schoolteacher crept into a recess at Vauxhall Station in South London in an attempt to take a whiz. It's thought that his urine splashed onto an electrical line that powers the trains, unleashing a 750-volt and killed him instantly.

Question raised: What are some better locations than a train station to pee illicitly?

Check out some more ill-advised decision making after the jump.

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    Don't make eye contact with this. Looking at Chuck Norris in the eyes is like watching "The Ring." You won't know it, but you'll be dead within a week.

    Okay, this is the best tattoo we've EVER seen. The artist told us this was the result of a lost bet (awesome). I can't decide who I want to give an awesome beej to more: the dude who thought of it or the dude who actually got it.

    Now preppies are getting tats? It's over people! Nothing to see here, folks. Go home to your families.

    Dwight, your father told you not to go in the shed!

    R.I.P. Ol' Dirty Foot,

    This guy doesn't need bongos and a bag of coke to bring the party. He just shows up in shorts with his PARTY LEGS and brings the PARTY VIBES. Even his grandchildren will be high-fiving him when he takes them fishing.

    There are about three million Chewy tattoos out there, but this is the funniest rendition I've ever seen. I could look at this every day for the rest of my life and still get a chuckle. Dude, look at it. It's. So. Good.

    "Snakes on a Plane" on a douchebag.

    This is what happens when chicks die: We turn into magical pink unicorns who get blazed by our big strong Pegasus boyfriends on a cloud in the middle of a rainbow. Then we get to smoke afterwards and nobody tells us it's a cliche.