That would be … Dunking doh-nuts. I’m sure the cops would have showed up had the pot been full of coffee.
I was thinking that had you decided to wash off in the sink, you’ld have had your 15 minutes of fame.
You guys are are going about it the difficult way.
Personally I would have flushed the toilet, and redunked my junk in fresh water. Then pat dry with toilet paper. Clean as new.
Two or Three dips probably would have cleaned them right up.
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But she can afford to, with her consultant fees from Monk! 
Last time I took OSHA training on this sort of thing, prewashing was required so as not to give yourself some contageous superbug you picked up off someone else. Think about it, you treat a patient with a flesh-eating bacteria right before your morning constitutional, do you really want that in contact with your urogenital or excretory areas? Same for anyone who works with harsh chemicals. You prewash for your own protection and postwash for others.
Exactlly what I did when I dunked my boys in the yellow soup. Finished my business, flushed twice, and rinsed off with fresh toilet water. Not perfect but preferable to having stale pee on your balls all day. I did wash throughly when I got home from work though!
Just wanted to say, I worked hard to recollect and repeat the sound I made in order to spell it properly. I think I captured it fairly well.
I wasn’t exactly happy about it, but I didn’t really have a choice. I teabagged my tackle before the 9:30pm movie, and then I had a midnight movie after that, and then I had to get up by 8:30 the next morning to get in line for an a.m. screening. That left maybe five hours for sleep; I could barely drive home and fall into bed, let alone take an extra few minutes to jump into the shower.
So far, I’m none the worse for wear.
And for the record, the film festival ended yesterday. Which means if I want to engage in any more piss-dipping, I have to do it on my own time.
Oh, most definitely understood. However, this person is not a patient care provider. She also REFUSES to shake hands with anyone because she doesn’t want any contact with germs.
Oh well. We all have our little quirks. I’m squicked out by strange toilet seats, and she is a germophobe. No biggie.
Now to be known as the Thin urine film festival
That’s not a quirk. When I compulsively organize my DVDs alphabetically, that’s a quirk. When I straighten out the silverware in front of me at a diner and put the coffee cup ‘just so’, right in its place, thats a quirk.
What your friend has is a full-blown Howard Huges-class OCD. 