Well, maybe it's 'cause I'm a young'un, and my tzatziki-shooter is still hard enough to cut diamonds in the morning, so in that condition, the 'press-down' technique is like forcing a cat into a bath--difficult and painful. This is exacerbated by having an urgent piss on board.
Without the urinergency (haha!), however, I don't mind letting Robocock slap up against my own toilet seat (public restrooms are different). The only downside to this (apart from the cold feeling) is that no matter what, once I fire up the ol' crap-cranker, the eye of my jizz-scope is lined up for a straight shot through the crevice between the seat and bowl. I think my mini-man likes to mock me sometimes, perhaps due to all the abuse he's received over the years, and he will invariably squirt whatever's left in his reservoir right onto my calves.
Hmm. At least seven lame puns in this post. Anybody care to top that?
Well, maybe it's 'cause I'm a young'un, and my tzatziki-shooter is still hard enough to cut diamonds in the morning, so in that condition, the 'press-down' technique is like forcing a cat into a bath--difficult and painful. This is exacerbated by having an urgent piss on board.
Without the urinergency (haha!), however, I don't mind letting Robocock slap up against my own toilet seat (public restrooms are different). The only downside to this (apart from the cold feeling) is that no matter what, once I fire up the ol' crap-cranker, the eye of my jizz-scope is lined up for a straight shot through the crevice between the seat and bowl. I think my mini-man likes to mock me sometimes, perhaps due to all the abuse he's received over the years, and he will invariably squirt whatever's left in his reservoir right onto my calves.
Hmm. At least seven lame puns in this post. Anybody care to top that?