Monday, October 31, 2011
And the wheel of life
And the dead will come home, on Samhain
The night sky
On a lunar light
And the dead will come home, on Samhain
Dress like beasts
In the lamp-lit
And the dead come alive, on Samhain
From this island earth
Come back to
The moment of your birth
And the dead come alive, on Samhain
The dawn of time
This day has been for them
Lay your minds on the line
And await the dead, on Samhain
When the wall
Allows the dead
To come in
So await the dead, on Samhain
I will see you, come Samhain
Glen Whitman, Gather.com
*Pronounced: SOW-in (as in "cow"), (or sometimes sew-WIN)
For more pagan pronunciations, click here.
**Read about Samhain
Sunday, October 30, 2011
1.Comment "Pooh, who did that?"
2.Complement people on their shoes.
3.Introduce yourself to the person in the next stall. Strike up a conversation.
4.Provide 'strenuous' sound-effects.
5.Ask the person in the next stall if there's anything swimming in their bowl.....
6.Discuss the pros and cons of laxatives.
7.Scream " Oh my GOD! What the hell is THAT?"
8.Simulate a drug deal.
9.Pretend to fall in (with appropriate sound effects).
10.Roll Easter Eggs under the doors.
11.Start a sing-a-long.
13.Knock on the doors of occupied stalls and ask if there is anyone in there. If so, ask if they are busy....
14.Masquerade as a door-to-door salesman.
15.Ask loudly "When does the movie start?"
16.Write 'nerdy' graffitti like "Please wash your hands. Thank you."
17.Kick in stall doors, camera in hand.
18.Pour water over the stall door onto occupant.
19.Say "Oops... missed" while syringing water out around the bowl and under the walls and door into other stalls.
20.Rub chocolate on your hands, reach under the door and say, "Hey buddy. Got any toilet paper? (Stolen from Howie Mandel.)
21.At night, switch off the lights.
22.Run around naked yelling "Where's the fish?"
23.Collect a door charge.
24.Ask "Is there a doctor in the house?"
25.Impersonate Elvis. Be convincing.
26.Ask whether anyone can see your pet sewer rat/river python/axolotl.
27.Write essay questions on the toilet paper.
28.Put cling-film (Glad Wrap) over the toilet bowl.
30.Replace rolls of toilet paper with rolls of sand paper.
31.Run in, yelling "Free Willy!"
33.Electrify metal urinals.
34.Leave a ladle in the toilet bowl.
35.One word: GOLDFISH.
36.Make a jelly in the bowl.
37.Place a sign advertising "Driver's side airbags" as standard.
38.Remove stall doors.
39.Glue seat and cover down to bowl.
40.Place signs warning of 24 hour video surveillance.
41.Make stall doors lockable only from the OUTSIDE.
42.Put itching powder on the toilet seats.
43.Leave a fried egg floating in the bowl.
44.Replace soap in dispenser with custard.
45.Completely soak the towel in the towel dispenser, or the paper towels if available.
46.Make kitty litter trays that fit into toilet bowls. Install.
47.Replace condoms in vending machine with tampons (or vice versa).
48.In one stall, attach the toilet bowl to roof. (Advice young players: Don't leave the water in while you do this....)
49.Create a crime scene complete with police tape and chalk silhouette.
OK, So Only 49!
A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS, HONEY, COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY? IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
HE LOOK AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY, FIX THE LIGHTS NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO.
FINE, THEN THE WIFE ASKS, WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT.
TO WHICH HE REPLIED, FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO
FINE, SHE SAYS THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS TO THE FRONT DOOR? THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK.
I'M NOT A DAMM CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX STEPS. HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO. I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU. I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A COUPLE OF HOURS ......................
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES TO GO HOME. AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE, HE SEES THE HALL LIGHT IS WORKING.
AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED? SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT OUTSIDE AND CRIED. JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM. HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
HE SAID, SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
SHE REPLIED, HELLOOOOO.... DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!
I took some clients out to dinner last week, and I noticed a spoon in the shirt pocket of our waiter as he handed us the menus. It seemed a little odd, but I dismissed it as a random thing. Until our busboy came with water & tableware; he, too, sported a spoon in his breast-pocket. I looked around the room, and all the waiters, waitresses, busboys, etc had spoons in their pockets. When our waiter returned to take our order, I just had to ask, "Why the spoons?"
"Well," he explained, "our parent company recently hired some Andersen Consulting efficiency experts to review all our procedures,and after months of statistical analyses, they concluded that our patrons drop spoons on the floor 73% more often than any other utensil; at a frequency of 3 spoons per hour per workstation. By preparing all our workers for this contingency in advance, we can cut our trips to the kitchen down and save time...nearly 1.5 extra man hours per shift."
Just as he concluded, a "ch-ching" came from the table behind him, and he quickly replaced a fallen spoon with the one from his pocket. "I'll grab another spoon the next time I'm in the kitchen instead of making a special trip," he proudly explained.
I was impressed. "Thanks. I had to ask."
"No problem," he answered, then he continued to take our orders. As the members of my dinner party took their turns, my eyes darted back & forth from each person ordering and my menu. That's when, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a thin, black thread protruding from our waiter's fly. Again, I dismissed it; yet I had to scan the room and, sure enough, there were other waiters & busboys with strings hanging out of their trousers.
My curiosity overrode discretion at this point, so before he could leave I had to ask. "Excuse me, but...uh...why, or what...about that string?"
"Oh, yeah" he began in a quieter tone. "Not many people are that observant. That same efficiency group found we could save time in the Men's room, too."
"You see, by tying a string to the end of our, eh, selves, we can pull it out at the urinals literally hands-free and thereby eliminate the need to wash our hands, cutting time spent in the restroom by over 93%!"
"Oh, that makes sense," I said, but then thinking thru the process, I asked "Hey, wait-a-minute. If the string helps you pull it out, how do you get it back in?"
"Well," he whispered, "I don't know about the other guys; but I use my spoon.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
A couple was invited to a swanky costume party. The Mrs. got a terrible headache and told her husband to go to the party alone.
He being a devoted husband protested, but she argued and said she was going to take some aspirin and go to bed and there was no need for his good time being spoiled by not going.
So he took his costume and away he went.
The wife, after sleeping soundly for about an hour, awakened without pain and, as it was still early, decided to go the party. Since her husband did not know what her costume was, she thought she would have some fun by watching her husband to see how he acted when she was not with him.
She joined the party and soon spotted her husband cavorting around on the dance floor, dancing with every nice woman he could, and copping a little feel here and a little kiss there.
His wife sidled up to him and being a rather seductive babe herself, he left his current partner high and dry and devoted his time to the new babe that had just arrived. She let him go as far as he wished, naturally, since he was her husband.
Finally, he whispered a little proposition in her ear and she agreed. So off they went to one of the cars and had a quickie.
Just before unmasking at midnight, she slipped away, went home, put the costume away and got into bed, wondering what kind of explanation he would make for his behavior.
She was sitting up reading when he came in, and she asked what kind of a time he had.
He said: "Oh, the same old thing. You know I never have a good time when you're not there."
"Did you dance much ?"
"I'll tell you, I never even danced one dance. When I got there, I met Pete, Bill Brown and some other guys, so we went into the den and played poker all evening. But you're not going to believe what happened to the guy I loaned my costume to...."
I am disappointed at the retail industry. Halloween not even over, we look towards the next major holiday - Christmas. However, I always held the belief that there is one very important day that falls between Halloween and Christmas - Remembrance Day - November 11th.
You go into any retail store today and they are all displaying some kind of Christmas motif. Some VERY tacky decorations at that (Superstore and Westfair comes to mind here). I find this insulting to those that gave their lives in the various wars so that we could be free and live in a free world.
My belief is that there should be NO CHRISTMAS decorations of ANY kind (including lights on private houses), PRIOR to the end of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Sure, folks are wearing poppies, but do they stop to think of why they are wearing them? It's not to glamorize the war - nor that war is the way to peace, but rather to HONOUR fellow citizens that gave the ultimate sacrifice - they gave their lives so that WE CAN be free.
Lets start a movement - It's easy - go into the store, ask to see the management and tell them of your displeasure of the decorations/Christmas stock set up prior to Remembrance Day.
It's time we taught them a lesson. Without the Veterans, the stores themselves may not even exist!
I salute our war dead. That is why I shall wear my poppy and why I will remain displeased about decorating stores PRIOR to November 11th.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Nude Gnomes Too Much For Police
Lewd garden gnomes have had their private parts covered with painted-on swimwear after their owner was warned by police.
Tony Watson, from Barnsley in South Yorkshire, displayed his naked gnomes outside his house.
Bare faced cheek
But instead of standing in cute fishing poses or enacting scenes of bucolic tranquility, Mr Watson's gnomes bared their breasts and buttocks.
The models caused such outrage that police told the ex-army sergeant he faced arrest for causing public offence.
A police spokeswoman said: "It is an offence to display something that is insulting or likely to cause distress.
"Although some people view the gnomes as a bit of harmless fun, we have to take complaints from members of the public seriously."
One of the gnomes now sports a polka-dot bikini, said local resident John Threlkeld, who passes the gnomes every day on his way to work.
A guy was standing in front of the gorilla cage at the zoo one day, when a gust of wind swept some dust into his eye. As he rubbed his eyelid, the gorilla went crazy, bent open the bars, and beat the guy up. When the guy came to his senses, he reported the incident to the zookeeper. Nodding, the zookeeper explained that pulling down your eyelid means, "screw you" in gorilla language. The explanation didn't make the victim feel any better -- and he vowed revenge.
The next day, he purchased two large knives, two party hats, two party horns, and a large sausage. Putting the sausage in his pants, he hurried to the zoo and went right up to the gorilla's cage, where he opened up his bag of goodies. Knowing that gorillas were natural mimics, he put on a party hat. The gorilla looked at him, reached through the bars, grabbed a hat from the bag, and put it on.
Next, the guy picked up his horn and blew on it. The gorilla reached out, picked up his horn, and did the same. Then the man picked up his knife, whipped the sausage out of his pants, and sliced it in half. The gorilla looked at the knife, looked at his own crotch, looked at the man, and pulled down his eyelid.
I was surfing (I rarely do that!), and stumbled upon puppy Linux. Designed to 'renew' older PC's with a fast and easy to run version of 'mini-Linux'. You can run this right off the CD by booting up with it. It works in RAM. And it doesn't need much!
There are 2 other ways to use puppy. One is a 'frugal' install, where 3 files get put on a hard disk and the rest runs in RAM again. The other (the one I chose), is the 'Full' install, (Full is around 100MB, depending upon what you put with it).
I installed puppy Linux on an old Gateway laptop from 1999, which is a 500 MHz Celeron CPU, 192 MB RAM, and a 10GiB hard disk. It was about a 15 minute operation and rebooted and BOOM - 25 seconds later I was at the desktop!
All I am doing is buying another 256 MB RAM to replace my 64 MB, totaling a whopping 384 MB! I highly recommend this for those of you that have an old laptop gathering dust. The previous operating system was the sad Windows Me... not sorry to see that go! Plus not likely to get viruses running Linux. Its a total win win win situation!
Download lucid puppy today!
Barry's Blog (Barry is the developer and genius behind puppy Linux)
Some screenshots of my lucid puppy desktop - click on any of them for a larger picture
**Linux is NOT Windows, doesn't PRETEND to be, Doesn't WANT to be; Don't try to MAKE it be.
Click Above Then choose 'Current Strip'.
The new comic, Troy #291, Rigo's Anatomy, is out and up online. Troy rushes to a stricken Rigo's bedside.
And you can find Michael's books and ebooks for sale at TROY Tooner.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill it was broke by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like Mother of Pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the gay friend walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side.
"This is Heaven, sir," the man answered.
"Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked.
"Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up."
The man gestured, and the gate began to open.
"Can my friend," gesturing toward his gay friend, "come in, too?" the traveller asked.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept gays."
The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going with his gay friend.
After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book.
"Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there". The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in."
"How about my friend here?" the traveller gestured to the gay friend.
"There should two cups by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a two cups beside it.
The traveller filled a cup and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the gay friend. When they were full, he and the gay friend walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them.
"What do you call this place?" the traveller asked. "This is Heaven," he answered.
"Well, that's confusing," the traveller said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too."
"Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell."
"Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?"
"No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
The little girl said, "When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah."
The teacher asked, "What if Jonah went to hell?"
The little girl replied, "Then you ask him."
A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's work. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was.
The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."
The teacher paused and said, "But no one knows what God looks like."
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, "They will in a minute."
A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. After explaining the commandment to "honor" thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, "Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?"
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, "Thou shall not kill."
One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, "Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?"
Her mother replied, "Well, every time that you do something! wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white."
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, "Momma, how come ALL of grandma's hairs are white?"
The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. "Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, 'There's Jennifer, she's a lawyer,' or 'That's Michael, He's a doctor.'
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, "And there's the teacher, She's dead."
A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, "Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.."
"Yes," the class said.
"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"
A little fellow shouted, "Cause your feet ain't empty!"
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching."
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
In the tradition of their ancestors, the Lakota family extends beyond the parents and their children: younger generations learn from their elders, who hold the wisdom of the tribe. The Lakota way places an emphasis on home, and spirituality plays a role in every action. Read more about the Lakota traditions that continue to this day among the families of the Pine Ridge Reservation.
The Lakota people belong to the larger group Oceti Sakowin (meaning "the seven places of fire"), called the Sioux by the white man after the Chippewa (Ojibwa) word for their enemies "nadouessioux," meaning "little snakes." Legend tells that long ago at a sacred lake, Sun (Wi), who appears as fire on earth, revealed the tribal organization to the Sioux people. Thus began the tradition of the seven council fires, the Lakota among them.
- Luther Standing Bear, chief of the Oglala Lakota, 1905-1939
- Luther Standing Bear, chief of the Oglala Lakota, 1905-1939
-Black Elk (1863-1950), holy man of the Oglala Lakota, written in 1932
- Lame Deer, Miniconjou Lakota
Reflecting the elements earth, fire, air and water and the seasons winter, spring, summer and fall, the number four is an essential symbol of Lakota spirituality. It also represents the directions north, south, east and west and the four races: red, black, white and yellow. Another important symbol is the circle, the foundation for the traditional house, the tipi. In the Lakota way, everything is circular in the journey of life and death. Time passes slowly in the full observation of life. Man and nature live in concert with one another, rather than in a struggle for domination.
From the legend of the White Buffalo Calf Woman came the tradition of the seven sacred rites and the smoking of the sacred pipe. The seven rites are the Keeping of the Soul, Sweat Lodge, Vision Quest, Sun Dance, Making Relatives, Puberty Ceremony and Throwing of the Ball. All but the latter have survived among contemporary Lakota people, despite being periodically outlawed by the U.S. government. When the White Buffalo Calf Woman appeared to the people, she told them that in a time of need, they should smoke from the pipe adorned with eagle feathers, and the smoke would carry their prayers upward to the gods.
Seven Sacred Rites of the Lakota Sioux
1. The Keeping of the Soul: Nagi Gluhapi Na Nagi Gluxkapi
In order to reconcile the death of a loved one, this ritual permits the resolution of things left undone, the healing of the Spirit and growth for the greater community. It allows the transition of the deceased into the Spirit World.
2. The Rite of Purification (Sweat Lodge): Inipi
In this ritual, the smoke from the pipe, the heat and steam from the fire in the sweat lodge, and ancient rituals release guilt, burdens and evil from the participant, bringing him closer to Wakan Tanka (the Great Spirit).
3. Crying for a Vision (Vision Quest): Hanblecheyapi
The Vision Quest gives the participant responsibility for setting and honoring limits. After a period of fasting, the participant focuses on prayer in order to hear "the voice of the Sacred."
4. The Sun Dance: Wiwanyag Wachipi
In a ceremony that involves abstaining from food and water and dancing for four days, participants endure suffering - formerly shedding their own blood - so that others will not suffer. The suffering can be symbolic, spiritual or, as in the past, very real.
5. The Making of Relatives: Hunkapi
Through prayer to Wakan Tanka (the Great Spirit), the exchange of sacramental food and smoking from the sacred pipe, an enduring bond of community is formed between people.
6. Preparing a Girl for Womanhood (Puberty Rite): Ishna Ta Awi Cha Lowan
This puberty ceremony purifies a girl who has her first menstrual perdiod, preparing her for womanhood and childbirth. In a tipi built by the girl's family, a holy man conducts the ritual with the proper sacred objects, including a buffalo skull painted red.
7. Throwing of the Ball: Tapa Wanka Yap
This former rite, performed only by women, used a ball filled with buffalo hair covered with a red-and-blue painted buffalo, which represented the material and spiritual aspects of the universe. In order to receive a great blessing, participants must choose to reach for the ball, while acknowledging that not everyone will catch it.
A Contemporary Rite Yuwipi
Used for healing, divining, and for finding lost persons or objects, this nighttime ceremony involves a holy man whose hands are tied behind his back and whose body is wrapped in a blanket and tied with ropes. The lights are extinguished while the holy man prays audibly and the spectators sit holding hands in a circle. When the lights are turned back on, the holy man is free from his bindings, released by the spirits
People who live in glass houses should make love in the basement.
Never read the fine print. There ain't no way you're going to like it.
If you let a smile be your umbrella, then most likely your butt will get soaking wet.
The only two things we do with greater frequency in middle age are urinate and attend funerals.
The trouble with bucket seats is that not everybody has the same size bucket.
To err is human, to forgive - highly unlikely.
Do you realize that in about 40 years, we'll have thousands of old ladies running around with tattoos?
Money can't buy happiness -- but somehow it's more comfortable to cry in a Porsche than in a Hyundai.
Drinking makes some husbands see double and feel single.
Living in a nudist colony takes all the fun out of Halloween.
After a certain age, if you don't wake up aching in every joint, you are probably dead.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman in is 80's, arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him. I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are?" He smiled as he patted my hand and said. "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arm, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical, nor romantic.
True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
With all the jokes and fun that are in e-mails, sometimes there are some that come along that have an important message, and this is one of those kind. Just had to share it with you all.
Oh, by the way, peace is seeing a sunset and knowing who to thank.
"The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything;
they just make the best of everything that comes along their way."
Monday, October 24, 2011
Next time you go to the public toilets you may observe one of the following types of vistors:
Pants are twisted, cannot find hole, rips pants in anger.
Joins pals for a piss whether he wants one or not.
Cannot piss if anyone is watching, pretends he has been and sneaks back later.
Whistles loudly, peeps over partition to have a look at the other fellow's tool.
All urinals being occupied, uses sink.
Pisses without holding tool, shows off by adjusting tie at the same time.
Undoes 5 buttons when 2 will do.
Opens jacket, takes out tie, pisses in pants.
Is not quite sure what he has been up to lately, makes a furtive but close inspection of tool while pissing.
Stands for a while, grunts, farts, tries to piss, fails, farts again and walks out muttering.
Drops silent farts while pissing and looks at the bloke next to him.
Pisses on shoe, walks out with flies undone, adjusts himself ten minutes later.
Reads a book or newspaper while pissing.
Watches bubbles at bottom of the urinal while pissing.
Bangs tool on side of urinal to remove drops.
Pulls out tool, sees two, puts one away, and pisses in trousers.
Covers tool with both hands and pisses through fingers.
Stands in one cubical and pisses in next one.