Nothing like humor in the men's room!

OK.  Real quick, so stay with me here.

I run to the restroom to, well you know... piss, and Searching for Quarters is in there taking a leak.  Nothing real new worthy considering that he must go about 14 times a day.  He better either get a doctor or a hooker to check out that prostate for him.  Anywhoooo I came to realize that besides that old skin and gravity advantage that he has over me that his natural position when upright allows him to take a leak and he already has his eyes on the prize!  The real bitch for him would come if there were one of those advertisements above the urinal that he wanted to read.  He might end up pissing on his chin when he leaned back.

As we were both walking to the sink to wash our hands, unlike Skippy, a mountain of a man walks in.  He goes to the middle urinal, unzips, reels out his junk and proceeds to piss while resting his arms on the privacy walls like he was resting on a fence at a Little League game.  No fear of getting piss on him I guess when your hose is sitting on the edge of the urinal like a cigar in an ashtray huh?  Damn.  Ahhh... I mean, damn SIR.

As Searching for Quarters and I walk out the door here comes Munson on his way in.  Now Munson is a short timer in the sense of most county employees as he started 2 weeks after I did.  What was that?  40 years ago now?  Back to my point.  Munson called Searching for Quarters by the wrong name and Searching for Quarters gets himself erect (Come on.... you know that thing is not working anymore.) enough to look at him like, "WTF?"  I mean Munson is like 6' 5", and Searching for Quarters from his toes to the high spot on his back can't be more than 5' 7".  I am sure in his prime back in the 1800's he was like 5' 11" or so, but come on this was a lot of work for him and he just snapped his shit right up at him.  Impressive.

Munson walked right on by like there was nothing wrong and sure he has his facts straight.  Goes past me and gives me another ever so confident, "Toner Boy!" with his Magnum PI stash going on.  Searching for Quarters is still looking back at him like, "You mother fucker." and all I can do is snicker.  I hope once Munson got in there that Monster Mash at the urinal did not need a hand.  Need a hand! AHAHAHAHAHAH

Quite funny.  Just had to share.

Toner Boy