So it was back in the 80’s…
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.

Heh…nice ploy to empty out the johns (no pun intended).
“Typical ballgame, concert, or whatever, right up until this really loud, really gay voice piped up with, “Hey buddy, Nice dick!—
Yep… THIS is what will happen if Obama lifts the “Don’t Ask Don’t Tell” interdiction in the military.
What? Heh… the the politics commence…
I heard that about you. Hence the name.
It still sounds better then having that really hot chick you are fixing to jump in the sack with saying;
“My oh my! That is just the cutest thing! It looks just like a penis … only smaller!”
Not that I have had that kind of thing happen, just saying … there are worse things.
Always bring a cond0010. Negotiations go better that way.