One of the better things about being a dude is the ability to pee standing up. The potential for fun is great and if you add alcohol to the mix you take it up a notch. For centuries men have found fun and interesting ways to leave their mark from writing their name in the snow to that bogus public urination ticket I got last fall for trying to help out a water fountain in Market Square that was getting low on fluids. The judge was a woman so I didn’t stand a chance.
I’ve always loved it when bars stock their urinals with ice. It gives me a fun reason to pee every 15 minutes. Women don’t understand but to put it simply the ice + hot urine makes for a challenging task to melt ice cubes. And when that fails they can always do this.
