On second look, that guy in the picture seems to be standing awfully close. Are we sure this device isn't just camouflage, disguising a hole into a sex club?
@bosskev: The guys has no idea what's on the other end of the wall.
It could be a woman, a man, a manly woman, Lorenna Bobbitt, a can of whip cream and a salivating dog, a dominatrix with twist ties and a Zippo lighter, Rosanne Barr, Rosanne Barr's mother, the screening of SAW VI, etc.
I just noticed it doesn't empty in the sewer. Some poor bastard has to empty that out. Or just aim a garden hose at the hole till it eventually overflows and washes all the pee out.
@Curves: I don't see how being a woman is going to make this easier to use; but if you get the opportunity to try I'll be happy to read about it right here.
I had an idea for an invention. Public toilets funded by advertising. You have a bathroom that is made of stainless steel and you put advertising in it, and hire a guy to hang out in the restroom so people don't fuck in it.
I think that I shall never see
A poem written in rancid pee.
A drunk whose bulging bladder is prest
Against the wall, drunk in need of rest;
Loins in pain and needing absolution,
From the lone eye flows a yellow solution;
A stream that on a Summer night reeks
Rivulets of gold flowing like creeks;
Upon the bone walk it flows;
When one is blitzed and needs to go.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only a true drunk can write in pee.
@bosskev: I just rolled my eyes so hard one fell out. I was able to catch it and shove it back in my skull, but it still refuses to look at your last post.
If this isn't a perfect example of eminent domain then I don't know what one would be. What business would actually want people pissing on their wall? Only a bureaucrat would actually think, "Hey! promoting public urination is a great way to celebrate urban culture! Let's force all businesses to install these! Go go government takeover!"
The bullseye is kinda small, and instead of a fixed height hole, a vertical slot is better accommodating a variety of height, size and most importantly, the pressure variance among different users.
Meh; any business that installs this will regret their decision the first weekend as drunk men stumble down an alley and pee on the wall right next to this.
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Riiight.... I wonder what comes next.
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NYC is adopting similar urinals in the theatre district.
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It could be a woman, a man, a manly woman, Lorenna Bobbitt, a can of whip cream and a salivating dog, a dominatrix with twist ties and a Zippo lighter, Rosanne Barr, Rosanne Barr's mother, the screening of SAW VI, etc.
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So you are not comfortable with some weird dude staring at your junk?
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A real William Shakespeer.
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I think that I shall never see
A poem written in rancid pee.
A drunk whose bulging bladder is prest
Against the wall, drunk in need of rest;
Loins in pain and needing absolution,
From the lone eye flows a yellow solution;
A stream that on a Summer night reeks
Rivulets of gold flowing like creeks;
Upon the bone walk it flows;
When one is blitzed and needs to go.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only a true drunk can write in pee.
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(1) And all of it, pure pee-etry.
(2) But try writing novels and you'll find urine over your head.
(3) I've been called the William Shakespee-er of our time.
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i am not much for words, so when i am drunk i tend to incorporate the stylings of a picasso.
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Natty Lite or NattyBo?
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*world quakes from collective groans*
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+1
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Yeah, OK, I guess. I'm just disappointed the eminently-practical Bladder Buddy never caught on.
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When you pee, its never a dot but line you draw.
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You said "erect".
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