The Extra "E" II

2.1.MMXI

Years ago I attended grade school in Pittsburgh Go Steelers, PA. The school had been there one million years and attending it I was instilled with a respect for full-length urinals, as each boy's restroom was outfitted with a half-mile of them. They towered over me. I could bathe in one if it was on its side. All that porcelain - that alabaster-white, gleaming, acreage of porcelain - was something to behold.

Since then (the 70s), them full-length pissers are found less and less frequently. It's sad, because it was always - I mean ALWAYS - fun to pretend to pee on the floor.

I told my wife - before we got married - that if we ever owned a house that I wanted to get a full-length urinal installed in the WC. She can't relate so she said what the hell.

I'm tired of waiting. I want a full-length urinal.

Tonight - Aub Zam Zam!


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