Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Shell whiff

Urinal technology has moved on from the simple days of a bit of sheet metal backing a communal trough. For the most part it seems in buildings the urinals are the individual shell affair, lightly screened to prevent cursory cock checking.

So from a privacy viewpoint I am up for some shell affair.

The trouble is the urine is closer to the nose, since the shell is at about upper thigh level.
On occasion I have come in and used the shell after someone that clearly has some olfactory production issues in their wee-town.

Maybe they're chewing on asparagus stalks like farmers or something between pisses.

Anyway, it's gross, and reminds me there's a reason why nine out of ten I'm a stall boy for the stand ups.

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