F. Lawrence Caslin
| My Private Urinal |
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| Written by F. Lawrence Caslin | ||||||
| Tuesday, 18 March 2008 | ||||||
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The biggest difference between men and women is that we can use a urinal. And they can't. Not even when they're drunk and there's a mile-long line at the women's restroom. They think they can but when they squish back out the door, they realize they really can't.  The coolest Urinal ever. But most of all, my private urinal will combat man's greatest enemy. Full-Bladder-Morning-Wood syndrome. FBMW for short. Men know what I'm talking about. You wake up with a penis you could hang a bird feeder from and a bladder the size of France (why France? ahh, piss on 'em). You have to go so bad it hurts but you can't aim the big guy down at the toilet. He won't bend. And you can't wait for the swelling to go down because by now, your eyes are floating and you're beginning to hop around like a two-year old. And thinking of rocks, sticks and bricks won't bring him back to malleability. It's not that kind of wood. This is FBMW we're talking about. It's not based on horniness. This is a Catch-22 you have here. Joseph Heller would be so proud. So what do you do? How do you solve this almost-daily problem for men? Two words - private urinal.
           
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