Thesis on Male Urination

COPIED FROM A NEWSGROUP POSTING – (the author is responding to a woman who accidentally walked into the men’s restroom):

Please don’t feel bad. It wasn’t you entering the men’s washroom that caused that guy to pee on the guy next to him. Hell, we do that all the time. It’s rare us guys ever hit what were aiming for. Sometimes I go into the washroom, start to pee, and then just start spinning around; just so I’ll make sure I hit something.

You see, something you ladies should understand by now is that men’s penises have a mind of their own. A guy can go into a bathroom stall because all the urinals are being used, take perfect aim at the toilet, and his penis will still manage to piss all over the roll of toilet paper, down his left pant leg, and onto his shoe. I’m telling ‘ya those little buggers can’t be trusted.

After being married 28 years my wife has me trained. I’m no longer allowed to pee like a man – standing up. I am required to sit down and pee. She has convinced me that this is a small price to pay. Otherwise if she had gone to the toilet one more time at night and either sat on a pee-soaked toilet seat, or fell right into the toilet because I forgot to put the seat down, she was going to kill me in my sleep.

Now another thing us guys don’t usually like to talk about, but because you and I have become such good friends and you think I’m a classy guy, I might as well be candid with you because it’s a real problem, and you ladies need to be understanding. It’s the dreaded “morning wood”. Most mornings us guys wake up with two things. A tremendous desire to pee, and a penis so hard you could cut diamonds with it. Well, no matter how hard you try, you can’t get that thing to bend, and if it won’t bend you can’t aim, well hell, if you can’t aim you have no choice but to piss all over the wall paper and that damn fuzzy toilet seat cover you women insist on putting on the toilet. And by the way, when you use those damn fuzzy toilet seatcovers, the friggin’ toilet seat won’t stay up by itself. So that means we have to use one hand to hold up the toilet seat and the other hand to try to control our less-than-perfect aim.

Now sometimes, when you’re newly married, (and I know the guys! in here will back me up on this) you think you can get the toilet seat with that damn fuzzy thing to stay up. You jam it back and compress that fuzzy thing until the seat stays there. OK, so you start to pee, but then that compressed fuzzy starts to decompress and without warning that damn toilet seat comes flying down and tries to whack off your weenie. So us guys will not lift a toilet seat with a fuzzy, it’s just not safe. I tried to delicately explain this morning situation to my wife. I told her…look, it won’t bend. She said, “so sit down like I told you to do all the rest of the time.” OK. I tried sitting down on the toilet with “morning wood”. Well it’s is very hard to get it bent under the toilet seat, and before I could manage it, I had pissed all over the bath towels hanging on the wall across the room.

Now, even if you are sitting down and you can get it forced down under the toilet seat, when you start to pee, the pee shoots out from the crack between the bottom of the toilet seat and the top of the bowl. You piss all over the back of your knees and it runs down the back of our legs on to that damn matching fuzzy horseshoe rug you keep putting on the floor in front of the toilet. I have found the only effective maneuver to deal with this morning urinary dilemma is to assume the flying Superman position laying over the toilet seat. This takes a great deal of practice, perfect balance, and split time precision but it’s the only sure way to get all the pee in the bowl during the first morning pee. So you ladies have to understand that us men are not totally to blame. We are sensitive to your concerns about hygiene and bathroom cleanliness, but there are times when things just get beyond our control.

It’s not our fault, it’s just Mother Nature. Now, if it was Father Nature, there wouldn’t have been a problem!!!

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Being Poisoned!

Man goes to see the Rabbi.”Rabbi, something terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about it.”The Rabbi asked, “What’s wrong?”The man replied, “My wife is poisoning me.”The Rabbi, very surprised by this, asks, “How can that be?”The man then pleads, “I’m telling you, I’m certain she’s poisoning me, what should I do?”The Rabbi then offers, “Tell you what. Let me talk to her, I’ll see what I can find out and I’ll let you know.”A week later the Rabbi calls the man and says, “Well, I spoke to your wife. I spoke to her on the phone for over three hours. You want my advice?”The man anxiously says, “Yes.””Take the poison,” says the Rabbi.

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jackass

Now get this. I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered a phone call I had to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered nicely saying, ‘Hello?’ I politely said, ‘This is Patrick Hanifin and could I please speak to Robin Carter?’Suddenly the phone was slammed down on me! I couldn’t believe that anyone could be that rude. I tracked down Robin’s correct number and called her. She had transposed the last two digits incorrectly.After I hung up with Robin, I spotted the wrong number still lying there on my desk. I decided to call it again. When the same person once more answered, I yelled ‘You’re a jackass!’ and hung up.Next to his phone number I wrote the word ‘jackass,’ and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills, or had a really bad day, I’d call him up. He’d answer, and I’d yell, ‘You’re a jackass!’ It would always cheer me up.Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID. This was a real disappointment for me, I would have to stop calling the jackass.Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number, then heard his voice, ‘Hello.’ I made up a name. ‘Hi. This is the sales office of the telephone company and I’m just calling to see if you’re familiar with our caller ID program?’He went, ‘No!’ and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, ‘That’s because you’re a jackass!’The reason I took the time to tell you this story, is to show you how if there’s ever anything really bothering you, you can do something about it. Just dial 823-4863. [Keep reading, it gets better.]The old lady at the mall really took her time pulling out of the parking pace. I didn’t think she was ever going to leave. Finally, her car began to move and she started to very slowly back out of the slot.I backed up a little more to give her plenty of room to pull out. Great, I thought, she’s finally leaving. All of a sudden this black Camaro come flying up the parking isle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space.I started honking my horn and yelling, ‘You can’t just do that,Buddy. I was here first!’ The guy climbed out of his Camaro completely ignoring me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn’t even hear me.I thought to myself, this guy’s a jackass, there sure a lot of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a ‘For Sale’ sign in the back window of his car. I wrote down the number. Then I hunted for another place to park.A couple of days later, I’m at home sitting at my desk. I had just gotten off the phone after calling 823-4863 and yelling, ‘You’re jackass!’ (It’s really easy to call him now since I have his number on speed dial.)I noticed the phone number of the guy with the black Camaro lying on my desk and thought I’d better call this guy, too.After a couple rings someone answered the phone and said, ‘Hello.’ I said, ‘Is this the man with the black Camaro for sale?”Yes, it is.”Can you tell me where I can see it?”Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th street. It’s a yellow house and the car’s parked right out front.’I said, ‘What’s your name?”My name is Don Hansen.”When’s a good time to catch you, Don?”I’m home in the evenings.”Listen Don, can I tell you something?”Yes,”Don, you’re a jackass!’ and I slammed the phone down.After I hung up I added Don Hansen’s number to my speed dialer. For a while things seemed to be going better for me. Now when I had a problem I had two jackasses to call. Then, after several months of calling the jackasses and hanging up on them, it just wasn’t as enjoyable as it used to be. I gave the problem some serious thought and came up with a solution:First, I had my phone dial Jackass #1. A man answered nicely saying,’Hello.’I yelled ‘You’re a jackass!’, but I didn’t hang up.The jackass said, ‘Are you still there?I said, ‘Yeah.’He said, ‘Stop calling me.’I said, ‘No.’He said, ‘What’s your name, Pal?’I said, ‘Don Hansen.’He said ‘Where do you live?”1802 West 34th Street. It’s a yellow house and my black Camaro’s parked out front.”I’m coming over right now, Don. You’d better start saying your prayers.”Yeah, like I’m really scared, Jackass!’ and I hung up.Then I called Jackass #2.He answered, ‘Hello.’I said, ‘Hello, Jackass!’He said, ‘If I ever find out who you are…”You’ll what?”I’ll kick your butt.”Well, here’s your chance. I’m coming over right now Jackass!’ And I hung up.Then I picked up the phone and called the police. I told them I was at 1802 West 34th Street and that I was going to kill my gay lover as soon as he got home.Another quick call to Channel 13 about the gang war going on down W. 34th Street.After that I climbed into my car and headed over to 34th Street to watch the whole thing.Glorious!Watching two Jackasses kicking the crap out of each other in front of 6 squad cars and a police helicopter was one of the greatest experiences of my life!Name withheld to protect the guilty.

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Kid reading bible

A little boy opened the big and old family Bible with fascination, looking at
the old pages as he turned them. Then something fell out of the Bible and he
picked up and looked at it closely. It was an old leaf from a tree. The leaf had
been pressed in between pages.

“Momma, look what I found”, the boy called out.

“What have you got there, dear?” his mother asked.

With astonishment in the young boy’s voice he answered: “It’s Adam’s
suit!!!!!”

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Suspect John Mason

Jennifer Wilbanks, who faked her own kidnapping was picked up by police over the weekend.

Officials believe Jennifer may have had cold feet about her wedding that was about to take place.

For a few days last week, police thought her fiancé John Mason was a suspect in her disappearance.

Come on, you knew he was innocent; no one thinks about killing their wife until after they’ve been married a few weeks.

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Smart Business

A businessman walks into a bank in New York City and asks for the loan officer. He says he is going to Europe on business for two weeks and needs to borrow $5,000. The bank officer says the bank will need some kind of security for such a loan. So the businessman hands over the keys to a Rolls-Royce parked on the street in front of the bank.

Everything checks out and the bank agrees to accept the car as collateral for the loan.

An employee drives the Rolls into the bank’s underground garage and parks it there.

Two weeks later, the businessman returns, repays the $5,000 and the interest, which comes to $15.41. The loan officer says, “We are very happy to have had your business, and this transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a little puzzled. While you were away, we checked you out and found that you are a multimillionaire. What puzzles us is, why would you bother to borrow $5,000?”

The businessman replied. “Where else in New York can I park my car for two weeks for 15 bucks?”

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Done by smell

A woman goes into Wal-Mart to buy a rod and reel.

She doesn’t know which one to get so she just grabs one and goes over to the register.

There is a Wal-Mart “associate” standing there with dark shades on.

She says, “Excuse me sir…can you tell me anything about this rod and reel?”

He says, “Ma’am I’m blind but if you will drop it on the counter I can tell you everything you need to know about it from the sound that it makes.”

She didn’t believe him, but dropped it on the counter anyway.

He said, “That’s a 6′ graphite rod with a Zebco 202 reel and 10 lb. test line…It’s a good all around rod and reel and it’s $20.00”.

She says, “That’s amazing that you can tell all that just by the sound of it dropping on the counter. I think it’s what I’m looking for so I’ll take it.”

He walks behind the counter to the register, and in the meantime the woman breaks wind big-time.

At first she is embarrassed but then realizes that there is no way he could tell it was her…being blind he wouldn’t know that she was the only person around. He rings up the sale and says, “That will be $25.50.”

She says, “But didn’t you say it was $20.00?”

He says, “Yes ma’am, the rod and reel is $20.00, the duck call is $3.00, and the catfish stink bait is $2.50.”

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Signs You’ve Had Enough to Drink

– You lose arguments with inanimate objects.

– You have to hold onto the lawn to keep from falling off the earth.

– Job interfering with your drinking.

– Your doctor finds traces of blood in your alcohol stream.

– Career won’t progress beyond Senator from Massachusetts.

– The back of your head keeps getting hit by the toilet seat.

– Sincerely believe alcohol to be the elusive 5th food group.

– 24 hours in a day, 24 beers in a case – coincidence?? – I think not!

– Two hands and just one mouth… now THAT’S a drinking problem!

– You can focus better with one eye closed.

– The parking lot seems to have moved while you were in the bar.

– You fall off the floor…

– Your twin sons are named Barley and Hops.

– Hey, 5 beers has just as many calories as a burger, screw dinner!

– Mosquitoes catch a buzz after attacking you

– At AA meetings you begin: “Hi, my name is… uh.

– Your idea of cutting back is less salt.

– You wake up in the bedroom, your underwear is in the bathroom, you fell asleep clothed.

– The whole bar says ‘Hi’ when you come in…

– You think the Four Basic Food Groups are Caffeine, Nicotine, Alcohol, and [Women or Men].

– Every night you’re beginning to find your roommate’s cat more and more attractive.

– Roseanne looks good.

– Don’t recognize wife unless seen through bottom of glass.

– That damned pink elephant followed me home again.

– Senators Kennedy and Packwood shake their heads when they walk past you.

– I’m as jober as a sudge.

– The shrubbery’s drunk from too frequent watering.

– You wake up screaming “TORO, TORO, TORO!” in the middle of the night.

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