Cleanliness is Next To Godliness

You'll have to forgive yet another posting about urinals and mens' potty habits. I am absolutely astounded by the audacity of some men. How is it that a man can go into a public bathroom and KNOWINGLY piss on the floor? Or leave toilet paper shredded all over the place --- what were they doing exactly? Nesting?

I went into the bathroom to drain the vein (omg, i can't believe i actually said that.) and walked in to the smell of a sunny morning in Hell. The smell of shit and sour urine was almost overwhelming, to the point that i audibly made a grunt. However, my audible grunt was nothing in comparison to the grunt of the man who was either birthing Satan's child or bench pressing the toilet. (And given the amount of "fluid" on the floor -- i suppose it could have been either, really.)

So I careful sidestepped the puddles of ammonious liquid and stood at the urinal in absolute horror (and not just horror -- hand-to-my-chest-HARROR.) Someone had managed to spit chewing tobacco down the lip and side of the urinal. It looked like someone had a very serious case of the squirts -- and not only that -- and I seriously almost threw up over this -- there was a ... *gag* ... pubic hair ball resting inside the urinal. Not just a hair or two. Or even three of four. It was as if someone had been routinely brushing their black pubes with a steel wire comb for a week and then cleaned the comb out in the urinal.

My first question is -- 1.) Who does that!? My second question is 2.) Who does that!? Do they do this at home? These are the people we read about in the news who never take out their trash, and it piles up to the ceiling and comes crashing down on them, fatally pinning them to the floor beside of an empty box of Kraft Mac 'n Cheese (the creamy kind) and three half-full bottles of flat Bud.

And yes, for the record -- the boogers are still there. And yes, I did take pictures of them, I just haven't taken them off my camera yet.