I don’t understand the fascination guys seem to have with not flushing urinals. I mean, the flushing bit is the part where we get closure. I’m not sure if it’s some sort of territorial thing, but I can personally attest that I would be much more likely to mark my territory with, I don’t know, “Call Justine for a good time 867-5309” than I would a few ounces of piss with gum and cigarettes floating in it.
But that’s just me.

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