and a couple of the guys at the office, along with myself, took in a Dallas Mavericks game at Reunion Area smack in the middle of downtown Dallas. Typical evening and the Mav’s were beating the snot out of whatever team they were playing when halftime rolled around.

Cool, the four beers in me were dying to get out, so me and my compadres stood and headed up the steps to find ourselves the nearest whizzer. There it was and not too bad as it was only a few yards away from the aisle leading to our seats. When we stepped inside, we found ourselves at the back of a long line of guys, jammed in there, jockeying for a urinal. The talk was loud, fun, and obnoxious all at the same time. You can probably imagine a hundred or so guys stuffed into a thirty by fifteen room. All of which were toasted to some degree or the other. Typical ballgame, concert, or whatever, right up until this really loud, really gay voice piped up with, “Hey buddy, Nice dick!”

You could have heard a pin drop after that and the place emptied in a hurry.