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Went into the Men's Room at the gun club one Monday morning recently. The floor around the toilet and seat back was covered with urine.

The previous day there was a match that supposedly drew all kinds of good marksmen. Apparently their skills behind the rifle don't transfer to being able to aim in front of a toilet. It's even the same in front of a urinal. Sometimes you'd swear that someone stood in the middle of the room and let the stream fly, hoping most of it hit either bowl or urinal.

I wonder how careful everyone would be if they were forced to take off their shoes before going in to take a whiz?

It takes a lot of strength to keep the fire hose aimed right.

deadshot2 wrote:Went into the Men's Room at the gun club one Monday morning recently. The floor around the toilet and seat back was covered with urine.

The previous day there was a match that supposedly drew all kinds of good marksmen. Apparently their skills behind the rifle don't transfer to being able to aim in front of a toilet. It's even the same in front of a urinal. Sometimes you'd swear that someone stood in the middle of the room and let the stream fly, hoping most of it hit either bowl or urinal.

I wonder how careful everyone would be if they were forced to take off their shoes before going in to take a whiz?

They wouldn't be more careful. Because they just don't care about anyone else.

But they WOULD be more pissed off at others...

Brings to mind a trip to Green Lake in Seattle around 1991.
Was in college, brought a couple girls out Green Lake to drink beer and float around in my inflatable boat I bought at a Ballard garage sale for $10.
Had to take a piss, and the city had cut down all of the bushes due to complaints of sexual activity, drug use, etc.

So I walked barefoot a ways to a Sanican, certified for 15 people for a 7 day work week according to the label.

Shit was piled up 3" past the top of the seat, and piss was streaming out from under the door.
I was wondering how the last few people took a dump, must have stood above and squatted over the pile or something.

Rinsed my feet off back in the lake. Never told the girls about it. Hahahaha

deadshot2 wrote:Went into the Men's Room at the gun club one Monday morning recently. The floor around the toilet and seat back was covered with urine.

The previous day there was a match that supposedly drew all kinds of good marksmen. Apparently their skills behind the rifle don't transfer to being able to aim in front of a toilet. It's even the same in front of a urinal. Sometimes you'd swear that someone stood in the middle of the room and let the stream fly, hoping most of it hit either bowl or urinal.

I wonder how careful everyone would be if they were forced to take off their shoes before going in to take a whiz?

Some folks arent shooting hot loads anymore. Just enough power to clear the barrel.

And most are so fucking FAT that they cant get their liddle wee wee over the bowl.

Dribble dribble.

Old Growth wrote:Some folks arent shooting hot loads anymore. Just enough power to clear the barrel.

And most are so fucking FAT that they cant get their liddle wee wee over the bowl.

Dribble dribble.

I guess you have to find it first before you can aim it.

Just need to shove a laser boresighter in, and take a screwdriver with a few twists.

Old Growth wrote:Some folks arent shooting hot loads anymore. Just enough power to clear the barrel.

And most are so fucking FAT that they cant get their liddle wee wee over the bowl.

Dribble dribble.

They have dickeydoos!

When their stomach sticks out further then their dickey do!