The Crying Game

I've never understood the purpose of urinals, apart from their obvious function, that is.

I think a man was taking a piss one day and thought to himself "Gee this private bathroom is just too fucking private, how can I make the normally intimate act of urination painfully awkward but exceedingly social?"

Boom, the urinal was born.

And let me tell you, the average man, he fucking loves himself a urinal.

When not taking a poop men find their best thinking is done while conversing, most often, with complete and total fucking strangers standing next to them while they're using a urinal.

Dick in hand, body vulnerable to shark or tiger attack on account of the pissing and what not, men feel oddly comfortable asking or sharing painfully intimate details of their lives with the stranger next to them because, when it all comes down to piss shaped brass tacks, that man is as equally vulnerable to shark or tiger attacks and if you're both mere seconds away from death via animal mauling why not really open up to the human standing next to you?

The cosmic joke is only half of the men on the planet are this open with the act of pissing.

The other half are like me and would rather walk through a mall having wet themselves than stand next to a stranger, cock in hand, and take a piss.