wizzers

what is it with these wizened wizzers who must step into a stall in order to urinate in public, men's restrooms? what's wrong with them? are they afraid someone may see their junk and ridicule it for a lack of length or girth? do they really have such severe stagefright they cannot make it happen when others are in the same room and if so, isn't this something one just resolves themself to overcome? what the hell do these people do at outdoor, amphitheatre-style concerts? wait for a stall?!

i went into a stall today just to get some tp w/ which to blow my nose. the lid was up indicating the bastard who had pissed all over the commode and failed to flush was clearly a large and considerate fellow. (i could tell more about the magnanimous fuck, too. the bright, acetone yellow urine suggested a high vitamin intake or severe diabetes, which may explain why he's angry at half of the whole world to the point of pissing all over everything like an infant on a saltpeter iv drip.)

most men's rooms have a two-to-one ratio urinals to stalls, making it considerably easier to step up to a wall and leak as nature intended, (no aiming necessary.) most also have little walls to shield these shrinking violets from the prying eyes of their peers, (no pun intended.) it's not like dodger stadium where a wide trough awaits the piss of countless, beer-guzzling baseball fans but one must hang their dodger dog out in fairly public view in order to relieve themselves.

of all the prejudice and discrimination in our society, why does it all seem to be based on natural things beyond one's control? in other words, since a guy can't change the color of his skin or the shape of his eyes, shouldn't we just accept these things and move on to more important assholes? stall-pissers commit a sin so hideous and offensive, i can hardly bear to think about it. (jerks.)

first, they seek to separate themselves from the masses of man. let's face it, most of us are quite willing and able to step up to the urinal and let flow a relieving golden shower. so what's so wrong or special about these sob's they have to hide in a little partitioned section to piss? it's just a leak. everybody does it. they must have to go or else they wouldn't have shown up in the men's room to begin with.

theirs is a sin of proactivity. when they slip past the urinals and go to the stall to close themselves in, they aggressively portray themselves as some super-refined creatures of modesty. as if men were meant to be modest or demure. let's face some facts, we think with our penises and our penis is all we ever think about. no one's asking these sissies to run about with their member flapping in the wind in public view. just take a piss like a man. at the urinal, where it's quick and convenient.

second, they shoot their stream farther through the air creating greater splash and increasing the odds of poor aim or a diverted stream. vasodephrins can do only so much for maintaining the integrity of a stream of piss-if a guy's a bad aim, (or if he's drunk,) he's a bad aim. piss should go in the receptacle. i don't like to clean it up and i don't fancy making whomever's chore it is any less appealing, (as if that's possible.) in fact, i hate looking at a messy pisser's byproducts when i am merely trying to acquire some paper to clear my nasal cavity. bastards.

the rest of us use the stalls for far more important business. that business requires a level of cleanliness that cannot be overstated. in contrast to home practices, most of us have a veritable ritual of cleaning and grooming to conduct before we enter into said business in a public rest room. focus and concentration are key to that business and a sterile enviroment is integral to focus and concentration. pee at the urinal, loser!

just as everyone should "freeze out," (a term my girlfriend enjoys using,) a known domestic abuser, stall-pissers should get a cold stare from anyone in the men's room after ambling into their hovel and not turning around. if there's no flush, they should get kicked in the groin. (hard.) if we, as a class of citizenry cannot band together around a basic truth such as the fact these creeps are a threat to every pisser everywhere, we might as well rid ourselves of the sacred invention urinal and return our rest rooms to the partitioned vacuums of camraderie ladies' rooms are.

if you must wiz in private, please, do so sitting down. it just seems appropriate.