I see, so, weewee watchin’, it’s not just for gay bars any more. 
Childhood, my ass! That happened to me again a few months ago. Zipping up is one thing that should never, I repeat, NEVER be rushed. No matter how late you are. Trust me.
So that when we let the humongeus fart that accompanies a good leak, it won’t blast us through the wall.
MENTAL NOTE:
Never, ever use the men’s room the same time as Clothahump.
At my old job there was a partition that blocked view of the urinals from the hallway when you walked in the bathroom. One day, as I was just finishing, this guy (someone I didn’t know) came around the partition to piss with his dick already out and in his hand. I had the feeling he already had it out in the hallway. Scary shit.
How about the guys who haven’t quite mastered the art of just pulling it out and end up dropping trou? According to my husband, this is much more common in the early grades of school, but he still sees it on occasion - and not at bars, either.
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Its a Big One!
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That one just freaks me out, why the fug should someone do that?
Ice.
Ice in the urinal is the greatest entertainment known to the modern male.
It’s like handing a cat a ball of string soaked in catnip while lying on a bed of tuna.
Spell your name. Try and bore all the way to China. Draw a circle and watch the sides collapse like a little avalanche.
“Ice, it’s not just for drinks anymore.”
The first time I found myself in a bar with ice in the urinal, I put an unopened can of Molson in there for a wheeze.
WHAT!?!
As the OP, I must insist you elaborate - you can’t mean what I think you mean! :eek:
Well, that’s how I saw a woman using the urinal one time when I walked into a college men’s room. I am not making this up.
Ummm… Can somebody explain the basketball joke to me?
Player one: My dick is so long it touches the water.
Player two: Mine is longer. It can tell how deep the water is…
etc, etc, etc.
Being basketball players isn’t really relevant.
Being baseketball players, OTOH…
Being female, I have very little experience with men’s restrooms. However, the few that I have had the opportunity to visit included not only urinals, but at least one or two toilets, for excretions that wouldn’t normally be handled by a “urine”-al, and with stalls for more privacy.
It seems to me that this gentleman maybe needed more privacy than a normal urinal provides, but didn’t know how to use a toilet for pee…
Or maybe it was a woman, who was too drunk or crazy to realize that she was in a men’s restroom.
That’s gotta be incredibly awkward, trying to piss while having to keep your undone pants from falling down around your ankles.
My sister, her boyfriend, and his two sons were at church and Sis took one of them to the bathroom (she waited outside, of course!). Someone came out and asked her if that was her boy in the men’s room, and then informed her that he was sitting in the urinal, taking a poop. Apparently he’d never seen a urinal before and thought it was just some strange type of toilet (he was only about 5 yrs. old though). She had to summon the boyfriend to tend to the cleanup (and the way I feel about said boyfriend–well, let’s just say I enjoy the image of him having to do the old poop scoop! ).
Can’t speak for others, but on occasion I find myself at a urinal while wearing a pair of button-fly jeans. Undoing the belt and a few of the buttons is pretty much a requirement, mostly because it’s awkward and cumbersome to unbutton (even moreso to rebutton) the buttons under the flap without undoing the top one first. Never had to undo all of them though.