So I walk down the alley to the outhouse to throw some mud, and in the midst of my respite, some other guy comes walking in. No worries (unless he's in a wheel chair, as I like to stretch out in the handicap stall - you'd be surprised how efficient the plaintiff's bar was in getting Afghanistan ADD-compliant in that regard...), until he waltzes into the stall next to me...to take a piss.
BUDDY! Yeah, I know there is a contingent of guys out there that can't deal with the trough/urinal-thing for whatever reason when there's a bunch of other guys looking at you impressive 2", but to have to stall-piss with NO ONE looking? Weak. You also the guy who's piss I had to mop off the seat before my Financial Times-reading session. When the Roberto's wants out my backside, IT WANTS OUT and there's no time for piss-mopping...get with the program, you pig...
At least he wasn't sitting...
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