Offerings to the Urinal Gods

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It's no secret that I have to wee several times a day. Several of my friends detest the fact that I use the word "wee" to describe my urinary outings. Perhaps they confuse it with my use of "wee" as a synonym for dick, ie - stop touching my wee! But that's another topic altogether. Here at work, the little boy's room has one urinal and two stalls (one of which is a handicapped stall). (Side story: We work on the 2nd floor of the building. The first floor is largely professional services like dentists, real estate peeps, etc. They keep the bathrooms locked down there -- perhaps because people were pissing in the floor or smearing shit on the stall walls, I dunno. I can only let my imagine dictate the possibilities. Anyway, obviously if it's locked, not everyone can use it. There is a sign that says that the Handicapped-accessible bathrooms are on the 2nd floor. How does that make sense.)

Anyway, I typically use the urinal unless it's occupied or someone has pissed all over everything (which seems to happen more often than I'd like it to). I think everyone who has used a urinal is familiar with the whole processing of peeing and looking at the wall in front of you, or letting your eyes wander to whatever graffiti may grab your attention. It's not uncommon to see the usual graffiti, pubes, corrosive marks from urine splatterings, and, ... of course, ... boogers. I don't know what is so compelling about standing at the urinal, dick in one hand, finger up your nose -- but apparently it is quite the favored past time of male urinators.

It's become very apparent by the vast field of crispy, dehydrated boogers clinging lifelessly to the backsplash of the urinal. Some of them -- I kid you not -- have been there for at least 3 months. You'd think the cleaner people who (presumably) clean the urinal would scrape those fellahs off. Perhaps they like them and think it adds some style to the decor-less restroom. I'm tempted to bring my camera in tomorrow and take a picture to document the collection.

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Dyanna said:

OMG! That's horribly foul! Unfortunately, the booger-flickers seem to be women, as well. In any of the stalls in the women's restrooms at my office, you can see flung or smeared boogers all around the stall walls. They, too, seem to never go away. What's the deal?!

BCS said:

Liar! I know you're pee shy!

And the reason guys pick their nose while peeing is it's something to with your finger since it's so close to the nose after smelling the scrapings made with it from under the cock-head. mmm scrapings...

Mom said:

I'd like to see pics please...

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