Mister, I can pee sitting, standing, and sideways and never miss my shot. I can write the Gettysburg Address in the snow and have enough skill to dot the i's. I can hit the urinal from across the room or water a bush from a passing truck window. I can meter the flow from cc's to decaliters. Wild stallions hide their heads in shame, knowing they cannot match my volume, and I have been contacted by the Marines to provide for those terrorists they have so recently scared all the piss out of.
I, sir, am a Picasso of pee, and your insult flows off like your own urine does from your tighty-whities.