My bladder siezes up, even now.
These bathrooms were my least favorite part of Tiger Stadium as a kid.
Please don't post any more urinal pictures. The smell memory of the paradichlorobenzene in the urinal cakes almost made me vomit when I saw them. Hopefully, these things will be outlawed along with the humiliating Athletic and Athenic culture that spawned them, Phys Ed, and the President's Council On Physical Fitness.
My favorite memory of Phys Ed at Flint Powers in the eighties...the teacher, a lovably rumpled retired football coach who shall remain nameless, tossing three basketballs onto the gym floor and casually announcing "Okay, do whatever the hell you want" as he strolled back to the athletic offices to wait out the class. Same teacher once grabbed Tommy Warda, who is sadly no longer with us, and me by the back of our collars and bonked our foreheads together, Three Stooges style, because we were smarting off. It hurt like hell, but it was highly effective. Something tells my gym classes are slightly different now.
Does it strike you as just a little kinky to take a photograph of a urinal?True story, but no photograph. At an Irish Pub (in Ireland), I was directed outside after asking where the "WC" was. There was a gutter trough mounted on an downward angle at the edge of a concrete slab. The bottom portion emptied into the back yard.
Um, no. I actually can't think of anything less kinky than the old Tiger Stadium bathrooms. But whatever you're into, man. To each his own.
There is an Italian Restaurant chain that has images like this in the mens' rest room, and even much more explicit. The ones in the dining area are artsy and memorabilia oriented, but some of those are edgy also. I won't identify the chain except to say they have a few in Michigan and one on Howard St. in San Francisco. None are in the Flint Area, like many chains who avoid it like former Flintoids who edit it out of their resumes and Facebook Pages. I would imagine that this level of explicit and far beyond is common there in food and drink establishments in the Bay Area. Perhaps this has had a desensitization effect to the level of outrageous this represents.
Before we get out of the toilet, and this is G-rated, the Men's Room at the Madonna Inn in San Luis Obispo has a high level of fame. How much? Well, I know of folks who have taken the 101 off-ramp for the specific purpose if seeing it. I also know of male partners guarding the entrance, while their female companion sees it herself. All you have to do is just position yourself in the appropriate location IFO the lengthy urinal.
Hello,I lived in Flint for the 1st 19 years of my life. Too, at Powers and one day the principle took about 25 of us white guys and gave us a diploma and said go away. He knew we couldn't even use the toilets without getting our asses kicked. I have lived in SE Asia for the last 15 years.
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