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How does a pube wind up ON TOP of a urinal at work?? (1 Viewer)

Maybe it was an armpit hair that disconnected, worked its way down the sleeve, and happened to fall out when person flushed?

I remember a time in college (freshman year), when a friend of mine was in the shower, pulled pubes off of his body, and spelled his name with them on the shower wall. 

 
Maybe someone had to pee really bad and just whipped it out a little fast and the hair got flung up there in the chaos.

 
It's from the little breeze created by the water when flushing. Pube breaks loose and gets caught in that upwards vortex, settles on top of the urinal.

 
perhaps some pube grooming while peeing, then reaches up to scratch their face or pick their nose- pube goes from hand to upper region.

I had a friend in college who would talk his way into all kinds of place in NYC- wore a suit, name-tag and clip-board... people would usually assume he was something, and he'd play along. went to a ton of sporting events for free. one night he heads out and calls an hour later... "turn on the knicks game" ok. "next time they dribble past mid-court, look a few rows up" ok... *******'s there smiling and waving from the press tables like a fool. 

I see him the next day and ask about the game- knew they had played the warriors. he had a blast, somehow scoring press access obviously. after the game, he just tagged along with most of the press to head to the locker rooms for interviews. he was a huge chris mullin fan, so really wanted to "interview" him... which he did. said he was standing there talking to mullin- trying to avoid all the nudity, when mullin motions him to turn around. this guy was right there- schvantz about an inch away at eye level. mullin giggling.

so what I'm saying is- it could have been manute.

 
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perhaps some pube grooming while peeing, then reaches up to scratch their face or pick their nose- pube goes from hand to upper region.

I had a friend in college who would talk his way into all kinds of place in NYC- wore a suit, name-tag and clip-board... people would usually assume he was something, and he'd play along. went to a ton of sporting events for free. one night he heads out and calls an hour later... "turn on the knicks game" ok. "next time they dribble past mid-court, look a few rows up" ok... *******'s there smiling and waving from the press tables like a fool. 

I see him the next day and ask about the game- knew they had played the warriors. he had a blast, somehow scoring press access obviously. after the game, he just tagged along with most of the press to head to the locker rooms for interviews. he was a huge chris mullin fan, so really wanted to "interview" him... which he did. said he was standing there talking to mullin- trying to avoid all the nudity, when mullin motions him to turn around. this guy was right there- schvantz about an inch away at eye level. mullin giggling.

so what I'm saying is- it could have been manute.
So in that case it'd be Manute Toilet-Bol.   :excited:

 
I mean if I haven't shaven in a while sometimes I'll run my fingers thru the bush. You know.....just to give it some TLC and a pep talk. After you're done sifting thru it, you realize one wrapped around a finger, so you take it off your finger and I guess in this case just set it on top of the urinal.

 
One minute you're tucking in your shirt, zipper down and unbuttoned.  The next minute a bee starts buzzing around your head.  You go to swat at it, and you accidentally knock it through your lowered zipper.  Now you have a bee buzzing around your junk in an enclosed space, stinger at the ready.  You have to drop your pants completely, to ensure you don't end up with a stinger in your boys. 

Before you can get your pants down completely the bee crawls into the hole in your boxers and now you're dangerously close to the kind of #### swelling you don't exactly long for.  As you're standing there reaching your hand inside your boxers to get rid of the bee, your boss walks in the door.  You're standing in the middle of the men's room, pants around your ankles, hand in your boxers, swatting furiously to keep from having reverse bee anal, and he thinks he's walked in on an intimate moment that was not meant for public consumption.  He starts yelling at you that he's going to fire you, while the bee lands and sticks his stinger into your wang.  Now you have your hand in your pants, your boss is yelling, your shvantz is throbbing and swelling,  and you scream, "Go get me some ice!! NOW!"

Your boss goes running from the room, you drop your boxers to make sure the bee is out and start looking to make sure there isn't a stinger that needs to be removed.  You're inspecting the wound closely, when your boss walks in with a handful of ice and nothing to put it in.  You take a few individual cubes, apply them to the offended area, which seems stinger-free.  You try to calmly explain to your boss what happened, while the numbing agent kicks in and you start to feel some relief.  You finally convince him not to call HR.  As he leaves, you absent-mindedly set the ice, to which a short-and-curly has clung like a single girl to a gallon of ice cream on Valentine's Day, on top of the urinal and get yourself situated.  As you walk back out to resume your day, the ice melts and the next guy who wanders in thinks to himself, "How the hell does a pube get on top of a urinal in a professional office building?"

It happens.

 
One minute you're tucking in your shirt, zipper down and unbuttoned.  The next minute a bee starts buzzing around your head.  You go to swat at it, and you accidentally knock it through your lowered zipper.  Now you have a bee buzzing around your junk in an enclosed space, stinger at the ready.  You have to drop your pants completely, to ensure you don't end up with a stinger in your boys. 

Before you can get your pants down completely the bee crawls into the hole in your boxers and now you're dangerously close to the kind of #### swelling you don't exactly long for.  As you're standing there reaching your hand inside your boxers to get rid of the bee, your boss walks in the door.  You're standing in the middle of the men's room, pants around your ankles, hand in your boxers, swatting furiously to keep from having reverse bee anal, and he thinks he's walked in on an intimate moment that was not meant for public consumption.  He starts yelling at you that he's going to fire you, while the bee lands and sticks his stinger into your wang.  Now you have your hand in your pants, your boss is yelling, your shvantz is throbbing and swelling,  and you scream, "Go get me some ice!! NOW!"

Your boss goes running from the room, you drop your boxers to make sure the bee is out and start looking to make sure there isn't a stinger that needs to be removed.  You're inspecting the wound closely, when your boss walks in with a handful of ice and nothing to put it in.  You take a few individual cubes, apply them to the offended area, which seems stinger-free.  You try to calmly explain to your boss what happened, while the numbing agent kicks in and you start to feel some relief.  You finally convince him not to call HR.  As he leaves, you absent-mindedly set the ice, to which a short-and-curly has clung like a single girl to a gallon of ice cream on Valentine's Day, on top of the urinal and get yourself situated.  As you walk back out to resume your day, the ice melts and the next guy who wanders in thinks to himself, "How the hell does a pube get on top of a urinal in a professional office building?"

It happens.
Gross.

 
perhaps some pube grooming while peeing, then reaches up to scratch their face or pick their nose- pube goes from hand to upper region.

*******'s there smiling an he was a huge chris mullin fan, so really wanted to "interview" him... which he did. said he was standing there talking to mullin- trying to avoid all the nudity, when mullin motions him to turn around. this guy was right there- schvantz about an inch away at eye level. mullin giggling.

so what I'm saying is- it could have been manute.
Reminds me of that guy who called in with the "Larry Brown's crank" story on Jim Rome years ago.

 
1 The perp scratches his balls

2 said scratching picks up a stray hair

3 stray hair fall off as perp reaches for the flush handle

 

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