Ah the stall. Men’s best friend -of course next to the ‘dog’. But this is the place where a man finds a momentary comfort. This is the spot to release. After all we all men are after release. Aren’t we?

Every couple of hours we find ourselves holding the our manhood -facing the stall to release. Though I must admit there are times that letting go feels much better than others. During the regular hours of the day, it is business as usual. There is no rush and there is no pressure.

Then comes the night. Especially the nights when you are out with your buddies gulping those 12 oz. bottles as if there was no tomorrow. The more the liquid the higher the pressure on the internal valves. As the pressure builds inside and your brain is still urging you to fill more liquid into your stomach –sometimes we forget about the pressure for few minutes. While talking about nothing in particular and alot of it -the pressure keeps building to the point of bursting out of our bladder through the stomach -what a site that would be?

Until we can’t take the pressure no more -we rush to the nearest bathroom looking for the same old stall. The good old friend of ours. Once again we are facing the stall holding the power and letting the valve open. The pressure from inside is to intense -the tank is emptied through the pipes leaving us with a euphoric feeling. As if this was the first time - every time.

It is not that the stall is the only place to leak at - but most of the time, it is the only place. If one counts the number of stalls he has faced in the last year alone -it could be hundreds, maybe thousands. Who knows? Or who would have thought that I would make you think about it as you read this.