Bring back the Urinal Trough

And why not. Just keep your eye on the road and there isn't usually a problem.


This common sense also helps prevent uromysitisis poisoning. While the community and male-bonding aspects have yet to be proven, when ya gotta go, ya gotta go. And you chicks are on your own I'm afraid.





ets fans just can't hold it in anymore – they want their urinal trough back. More than 230 people have signed an online petition urging MTS Centre to build better urinals for men.
Many fans say the lineups are so long they end up missing part of the game.




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Winnipeg Jets fans call for return of urinal trough - CBC News

Bring back the trough. Vote Conservative!

lol

I remember the urinal trough at maple leaf gardens.

*wipes tear*

Smart hockey fans use the mid-period time out for going, watch from the top of the aisle, then you wait for the next stoppage in play to sit down. Only true amateurs go to the can during the intermissions.

And in the public school I attended as a child. Ahhh, the smells do bring tears to one's eyes. Ain't nostalgia grand?

My first introduction to the troff-urinal was in an old pub in a small town Germany in the early sixties. All there was was a little trof right in the floor so every one just peed against the wall.

Ah yes! The small of beer piss does bring a tear to one's eyes and a rumble from the gastronomic areas too.

You have to be somewhat careful who you invite.

I seem to have lost my aim in recent years......so my vote goes toward the urinal trough...........

Way, way too much information.

Lots of time in Germany, guys just walked into an alley, and peed on the wall.

In Alberta we don't even need a wall or a tree, sometimes snowbanks are even fun if it isn't too cold out as the 'pen' tends to 'shrink'.

I remember going to the Leaf games at the gardens, was my first introduction to the "piss trough".

I just remembered that old joke about johnny peeing his name in the snow. One of the guys said, "Johnny peed his name in the snow
again". The other guy said "yeah, but it is Mary's handwriting".

Are you sure it was a tear and not a bit of splatter from the fellow next to you at the trough?

The look on her face was priceless!

My first experience with them was a few months ago here in Melbourne, where most bars and such have them..... the company I work for which does vacuum forming makes them as well.... I don't get it and I certainly don't like them.... I'd rather wait an extra 10 minutes to pee than to stand there elbow to elbow with greasy unknown scabby people as their various levels of urine flow in front of me as I try to go at the same time.

Plus the smell of different people's urine mixing together is a real treat..... people thought male washrooms smelled bad now, cripes.

Hell, why don't we all sit along a long trough to take a dump in? Then we can just pass the toilet paper down the isle when needed.... mind the e. coli & extra bits of curly hair.

I tried to talk my wife into letting me put one of these in the Rec-Room. I mean it's a great way to keep traffic down during parties and get-togethers and keeps us guys from peeing behind the shed.

She said, "No."

They should just whiz in the sink.

I use piss bottles, just like the Trailer Park Boys

that's been done.


So has that

When I was a kid (here he goes again) some folks put on a magic show at our local parish hall. After the show there were 3 pop bottles of yellow liquid sitting back stage............sans tops.

Bob thought they were lemon lime and was going to try one, but he got a sniff first. Damn it!! I told him it was probably lemon and lime.

The same magician got a bunch of us up on stage to "hypnotize" us. He got close and whispered that when he said "fall down" we were to sort of fall down and play a joke on the crowd. We all did it cept Bob. When it came his turn, he said......."you're nuts" to the magician and walked off stage...............Nearly collected some karma later.

By all means..............a trough..........brings back the good old hockey game.

Damn this story has made me nostalgic for my days in the old barn. There were a lot of great memories there.