Urinal Ments

I would like to take this momment to complain about the person who invented the design for the urinal ment, not the actual ment itself but the holding unit. By itself it is a wonderful thing. It keeps the public bathrooms of the world smelling like fresh mountain air with a hint of musk. Its an odor we men can all relate to and drums up all kinds of memories, nights at the bar holding onto the clip-on ment while we vomit, the funky truck stops we have used as we drive down the coast, and those of you who go there loving for love...... Geroge Michael! Why, why, oh why did you have to go there? I might have wanted your sex once apon a time but now you are just tainted meat :-D.
Back to the evil ment: The problem I have with Mr. Toliet ment is that men, being the creatures that we are, like to aim at things. Paper targets with bad guys on them, small wood-land creatures, and the belly button. You put something in our bowl and we will try to hit it. A toilet ment, an old smoke butt, chewing gum or even to occasional floater. They are not usualy a problem but when faced with the ment in the urinal the target here has the last laugh. It does not always happen but when it does we are usually wearing our good kaki's (sp) and there is no hiding what the ment just did to us. It even looks like a fucking target, come on, who wouldnt try to hit that!
The problem, if you have not guessed, is splash back. It is made worse when 12 beers now have to evacuate and the stream looks like something the Ghostbusters might have blasted out of thier packs. When a man power washes the urinal cake in a drunkin stooper splash back is a given. They need to invite one that will allow Niagra falls kinda power to pass by it and not have the problem that was mentioned. But I think that will never happen, I feel it is the women who clean the bathroom that put this things there on purpose, they know what will happen. It is revenge for making such a mess and leaving short and curlys all over the place. And how do some men leave so many pubes on the rim and still have some left over? The world may never know.
Now, for those of you who have no idea what I am talking about here is a picture of the firing range I go to every day.

(click here to see the pic Blog Gold is angry again!)