The People's Republic of Pissing Yourself is a colossal, cultured nation, ruled by Supreme Pisser with an even hand, and remarkable for its pith helmet sales, free-roaming dinosaurs, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, cheerful population of 6.983 billion Folk Who Have Pissed Themselves are fiercely patriotic and enjoy great social equality; they tend to view other, more capitalist countries as somewhat immoral and corrupt.

The government — a sprawling, bureaucracy-choked, socially-minded morass — juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Piss City. The average income tax rate is 95.5%.

The powerhouse of Pissed Pants economy, worth 675 trillion Piss Dollars a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. The industrial sector, which is extremely specialized, is mostly made up of the Book Publishing industry, with major contributions from Information Technology. Average income is 96,796 Piss Dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with practically no difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Vital intelligence-gathering activities are often put on hold for Call of Honor tournaments, 'Totally Not Partisan News' is a line item on the government budget, molehills are the only mountains deemed safe enough for the public, and a bureaucratic fight over PPIA cafeteria food expenditures has caused the temporary suspension of all agency counterintelligence operations. Crime is totally unknown, thanks to a capable police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Pissing Yourself's national animal is the Piss Snake, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is Pissing Oneself.

Pissing Yourself is ranked 290,394^th in the world and 347^th in The Leftist Assembly for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -18.08 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.