Be proud, When you’re a man the whole world is your urinal.
“Be proud, When you’re a man the whole world is your urinal.”
It’s a rite of passage, having your ol’ man teach you how to write your name in the snow.
I spent a couple of weeks in Cork, Ireland for business a few years back. We visited a great many pubs each evening.
There was one very old (generations) very small pub in Cork City. It was all of 12 feet wide and 50 feet long from front door to back.
There was a matronly woman tending bar that night. After a while, I asked her where the men's room was. She point to the back door and said, "Go to da back door, open it and step out. Da "men's room" is anywhere from there to Dublin."
“The hold world is your urinal.” That’s another thing I teach my boy. Except his britches. We’re still working on that.