Sign over urinals in rest room up here in the beautiful Pacific Northwest.
NOTICE TO HOCKEY PLAYERS
THE MINT IN THE BOTTOM OF THE URINAL
IS NOT CANDY, AND IS NOT TO BE EATEN!
That’s nothing, I can write my name.
Any other women think first of cakewrecks? I was totally picturing a cake shaped like a urinal.
Urinal cakes? Oh, you mean bog lollies.
I guess the same thing made for a toilet could be called a “Moon Pie”?
In the urinal cake?
I avoid the cake, and aim for those holes as well, usually trying to hit each one in order. I’m pretty good at it!
I read many years ago about a merry prankster/amateur electrician who rigged a tiny fake bug in a public urinal. The bug would give the men who tried to wash it away a nonlethal but perceptible zap when their urine stream completed the circuit. May just be - probably is - an urban legend.
Mythbusters tried the ‘urinating on the third rail’ myth. They discovered that a urine stream is not continuous, so there is no path for the current. They did discover that one could make a urine connection to an electric fence, and a urinal is closer than a subway rail.